November 28th, 2010:


Not ready to settle down, in past years I was more inclined to meet a variety of men and singles advertising was fine with me. Perhaps it’s the curious writer in me. Everyone has his/her funny habits, unusual preferences, and weird fantasies.

Charlie was a never married but extremely picky lawyer. He had sent me flowers instead of a letter when he answered my ad. He had to do some imaginative maneuvering to send the flowers since the Los Angeles area Singles Register newspaper would not give out addresses. After I thanked him for the blossoms, we had several long, analytical and philosophical telephone conversations before the first (and last) date was arranged. He required a certain kind of date and would accept no variations. After I met him at his apartment, we had to have brunch at a hotel near the Hollywood Park racetrack, which is actually in Inglewood. Then it was time to go to the track and watch the races while he bet on the horses. He was so busy with his betting that I seldom saw him.

At the end of the seventh race, he came out to the stands to get me—he had won! He took his $12,000 in cash and proceeded to hide it under his shirt and in his boots. It was a lot of money to squirrel away. The day wasn’t over yet; now it was time for Margueritas and Mexican food in Hollywood. Charlie didn’t seem to mind all the “filthy” money next to his skin! It was early evening when I left him and all his money. I think I was a rather inconsequential part of that date. I never heard from him again. He was probably back at the personal ads lining up his next “perfect” day at the races.

British actor Matt Smith - reminds me of my unusual date!

My most unusual date by far was with a transvestite. Though his ad mentioned he liked costume parties, I didn’t know his preferences initially. When he changed into his gear—a French maid’s outfit, high heels, and a blond wig, the show was on. Eventually he was attired in a white negligee  while we played Trivial Pursuit and watched the Lakers game, and he wanted me to give him makeup tips! This incredible story deserves more than a blog post. I’ve written a long short story and will eventually publish it. I submitted it years ago to Playgirl magazine. Perhaps I was ahead of my time or they didn’t believe me because they rejected it.

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