You know me. There is no way for me to deny that I have an attraction, and a weakness, for femmes fatale. Brigid OShaughnessy in The Maltese Falcon. Marie Slim Browning in To Have and Have Not. Tina Lombardi in, A Very Long Engagement. Adriana in Midnight in Paris. Salome. Cleopatra. Jezebel. The dark-haired woman in the bright, whores window in Mannheim. She loved me because I wasnt one of them. Manuela in Rheinau who had such a small face and such big eyes. And such big lies. Anonyme who led me down the primrose path in Paris. Debbie in Utah. Krystal in Minnesota. D. Her. Just because Im consciously celibate in my old age doesnt mean that some day, one of them wont be the death of me. Its a flaw and a blessing. Im not perfect. And honestly? I hope she isnt either. I want to see it coming and be powerless to resist. Thats part of the game. Keeping that in mind, I have a current unreal favorite who I, to use the parlance of our times, binge-watched recently. Ahhhhhhh, Vanessa. This just came across my timeline. Id like to go on record as saying that its the character Im fascinated with and not the actress playing her. I could care less about the real person. I find my passion rising from the fantasy. Love has to be at least a little unreal . . . to be truly real.
Posted on: Thu, 04 Dec 2014 05:52:51 +0000