Sleeping with celebs

You know, I told him, dating a woman who is more than ten years younger than yourself is not as easy as it sounds. Take my Samantha, just for a minute, as an example.
Sam is 24 years old, she downloads music, she doesn’t read books. When she finally picks up the printed word, it is usually Glamour or Cosmo Magazine. Sure, those great magazines taught her how to give descent head, but it also filled her head with way too much shit. Sam watches television for hours. She loves that TMZ.

Last night, after we made love, Sam turned around and told me about that Teri Hatcher lawsuit that is being pursued by some skin care company. She told me all about the ruckus that Eva Mendes dealt with when she got out of Manhattan's Gramercy Park hotel. Sam was concerned about the reported tension between Brittney Spears and Paris Hilton, God, she claimed, will they ever really be true friends? Sam told me all about another breakup between Lindsay Lohan and Riley Giles, Hulk and Linda, Solange Knowles and her man.

I walked out of the bedroom and rolled a joint. A long and meaningful inhale made my life that much more bearable. A man in his thirties could only take that much. When I returned back to my bedroom, I watched Sam polishing her perfectly manicured nails.

I never heard of Eva Mendes, I did not know who Solange was or why I should care. I put on that old Tom Waits album to listened to his cigarette worn voice breezing through my ear drum. Sam has never heard of old Tom, nor did she know who Henry Miller was or Bukowski, or Leonard Cohen, or Kosinski, or……..

Samantha’s skin glowed in the essence of its youth. Her breasts seemed firm and vivacious popping out of her extra small sized Victoria Secrets nighty. Oh such beauty within her thighs.

A man as smart or obtuse will always lay within the bed that he made for himself. Such was mine, picturesque and forlorn. Samantha fell asleep to those cheerleader dreams that sweetened her night. I diminished within my own. Years went by and memories remained.

Not even time itself could put away those memories of a woman that I left behind.

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