I'm Waiting for the Expiration Sampler
Is it just me, or have the ads alongside Yahoo Mail got more and more provocative of late? Here's one that popped up (no pun intended) this morning. And while it might be a lovely idea that undie-clad Russian hotties were staring at their cellphones waiting for my ring (if I were a single man, of course), I know better. Plus it's hard to trust anyone who offers me a "free trial dream marriage." They might not get what's supposed to be the point of marriage. And anyone says marriage is a trial, just go read Sandra Tsing Loh's new Atlantic articles and be happy, I guess.
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posted by George at 2:33 PM
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Yahoo ads have definitely gotten more lurid. All about Escorts and "dating" services matching up
rich, older men" with young hotties.
A free trial dream marriage? If that doesn't sound like a pitch meeting for a Seth Rogen film -- or maybe something by Tim Burton -- I don't know what does.
Which just proves why I will never work (or even have lunch) in Hollywood.
Ah, Sandra. Depending on your point of view, I either have to take credit or some responsibility for her, having published her first short story. Then I met her and she was very grateful and enthusiastic, and I'd see her in LA and she'd say hi, and then a slight glimmer of recognition, and then she forgot who I was and acted puzzled when I said hello, so I stopped saying hello and focused instead on the ice sculptures with old manual typewriters inside or chatting amiably with George Plimpton (who was truly amiable and optimistic and welcoming at any of the several events I met him at. He didn't remember me each time, but he was nice anyway. I like that.)
When I met her all those years ago at UCLA, I thought Sandra was gorgeous and funny, but, yes, alas, she was married and I was at the end of everything, my wits mostly. But before knowing knowing of her nuptial status, I was briefly stricken. So what to make of this chance post mentioning Sandra all these years later? I guess now's my chance would be in order, in the Hollywood version of this story.
But I imagine her in an online dating profile: middle-aged divorcee with kids and they live at home at least part of the time. I'm into salsa dancing and physics and infinite media. . . . I imagine her viewing mine, saying, "Unnh," hitting the next link, all that greener grass.
Marty, sorry this entry left you feeling Loh.
Hah! No, my Tsweet Chariot she was never to be.
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