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Sunday, August 25, 2013
No...not the fake name of an escort I used to "know"...but the movie from 18 years ago starring Harrison Ford and Greg Kinnear (of all people). At the time, the film had good reviews...but it wasn't until this morning that I actually watched it (on HBO where it aired this AM). Whatever...this isn't a review of the movie...it's a review about me...and one which the movie invoked.
Sabrina is a work of art with a story line that has two very rich brothers falling for the family chauffeur's daughter. One brother fucks everything that walks...and the other just makes money. Funny how I saw myself in both siblings. If nothing else I truly am that dichotomous! But more significant, it brought me back to a time many many years ago when I actually fell in love - just as these two did with Sabrina. And instead of counting all the meaningless encounters I've had with attractive escorts over the years...all I could think about was how none of them was anything but a cheap thrill as I watched this movie.
Now I'm not knocking escorts or what they do for a living. I'm just saying that it's sad - or downright pitiful - that in all these years of dealing with "the girls," I've never found one who did for me what Sabrina did for the two brothers. Yes, I've had my fun with more than my share of women - most of whom probably wouldn't have given me a second look were it not for my "exalted" position in the business. But the fact remains that true love has eluded me for all these years since Action Magazine hired me in 1996 (the year after the film was made).
Mind you...it's not a huge deal. I'm not crying or anything...and in 30 minutes, I'll be over it. It's just nice to know that I still have a heart and maybe...just maybe...there's hope left for me yet. For if there wasn't...I'd have switched off that stupid movie after the first minute. The problem was that the lead female actor was just so intoxicating I had to see it through. And maybe that's it. There are no oh so intoxicating escorts in the business because the sum total of a woman isn't just her exterior. As as we all know...it's the exterior part where escorts excel...and it's what's beneath the skin where they're often sorely lacking.
Just a sensitive thought for the day brought on by a gratuitous Hollywood production. And soon enough...I'll be back on the cheap thrills wagon where I apparently belong because for better or for worse...that's where I am! Or as I used to say...I'll live to fuck another day. Or...in the absence of true love...cheap thrills will have to do.