The taping finally ended. The lovely contestant was $100,000 richer and I was headed to Beverly Hills in Bruce's red Mercedes convertible. We were going for drinks at the Luau - a Rodeo Drive Hawaiian style haunt that was owned by Lana Turner's ex-husband, Steve Crane. It was beyond cool in a kitchy way. Much has been said about the romance of Rum, but I was already in a state of "this guy could be the one". Wouldn't you think I'd have gotten over that notion?
We each ordered a Luau Grog. I can't tell you what was in it but I do know that it had authority. I sipped slowly and listened to Bruce's stories. He surely had stories and I found each one fascinating. Truth be told, even while not performing the man loved an audience. He told me he and his wife had been apart four years and raved about his two daughters. One was 11 and one 15.
Three hours passed in a blink.
On the drive back to my apartment Bruce spoke of all the things we would do together. He went to many screenings at the Writer's Guild...he loved Santa Barbara...I would love his daughters and vice-versa. It sounded like a wonderful life was on the verge of opening up right before my very eyes. A small kiss at my front door and the promise of a phone call in the morning to make plans for the weekend.
I was euphoric...but the next morning he didn't call. In fact, he never called!
Men suck!
It was finally time to finalize that divorce...
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No, not all men suck. There are a few good ones out there. My second wife found one thirty years ago and still we are in love. So hang in there. By the way, the secret is not to look. Just let it "happen". Good luck.
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