Jellyfish

His name was Duke. A delicious, twenty-something tall drink of London with dirty blonde hair, emerald eyes and sun-kissed abs. I usually dug the Mario’s and Antonio’s of the world, but with Duke, I made an exception. He was the precursor to David Beckham, only without the tanorexic Spice wife, four kids and bank roll. … Continue reading Jellyfish

Valentina: When Old Meets New

This is a continuation of "So this ex-stripper and a gay dude walk in to a bar..." -which is a true story of what went down during a visit to Hollywood, after my TV pilot interview. "Just one drink," I promised. The room was sparse, with just four customers sitting two rows back from the stage. … Continue reading Valentina: When Old Meets New