Demi Moore and Woody Harrelson making love... oh, what memories!

[Radio_Lady]

AMC is running the movie "Indecent Proposal" -- I'm doing the dishes. :sigh:

What would YOU do for money? From 1993 -- "This is no ordinary love, no ordinary love..."

Robert Redford: "Would you mind lending me your wife? For good luck?"

Demi Moore is/was a beautiful woman.

Ah, the fantasy is that if I had only lived in California, not Florida, I might have been a star!

[Bicoastal]

1. Where's a sexy time machine when you need one?

[Radio_Lady]

4. Yeah, you're right. Odd thing is that I went to UCLA for a year 1959-60.

My grandmother and maternal aunt lived there; I studied theater arts. I probably could have found Schwab's Restaurant, you know?



(Is it the legendary Lana Turner who was spotted there and given a movie contract?)

The smog caused me so much trouble; I got around by bicycle on campus, didn't have any extra money. I met a doctor while on Christmas break, in Florida and fell hard. I dropped out and moved back to Florida to marry him. Our "courtship" lasted six weeks and the marriage ended in 1961 after the birth of our stillborn child. After finishing school at the University of Miami, I met up again with a UCLA schoolmate, and married him in December 1963.

The twists and turns of fate... how interesting... but how random...

[Tuesday Afternoon]

2. what would I do for money ?

are you talking like the million Redford offered Woody for Demi?

that kind of money?

:bounce:

[Radio_Lady]

5. Fascinating premise, isn't it? I dated a millionaire once who gave me a $500

American Express check to pay for a babysitter for my two kids. He didn't want any change.

He was an interesting guy -- a pianist with a bright, witty, sexy demeanor -- a gorgeous home in southeast Florida and a software business in New York. It was 1970-71. My divorce was final.

He was deeply into marijuana or hashish, I don't know which. He was a wonderful lover, but he had no interest in marriage or stepkids. (He had been married twice before, and had a total of four kids from those marriages.

My babies were tiny and needed to be raised. He bought tickets for me and my three year old daughter Miami to New York and return. He demanded separate seating and didn't want me to sit next to him with my child.

When we got to NY, I took my daughter stayed with her grandmother. Then, he took me to his residence hotel -- and we stayed for a couple of delicious days. Eventually, he took a younger woman as his companion and said good-bye. I did get a telephone call from him once while on late night radio. He was clearly stoned and I had to disconnect the call.

I wonder what ever happened to him? His name is so common that I would never find him on the Internet.

[Deja Q]

3. Um

Real pics proving that claim of yours!

[Radio_Lady]

7. Hey, HypnoToad!

I always thought I had a face for radio!

[Ptah]

6. I was somebody!

[Radio_Lady]

8. Neat. Oh, look at your wonderful hair and amazing torso!

What exactly are you doing in this photo? Are those holsters for guns? Inside out pockets? What are you holding in your right hand?

Forgive me, I am not an outdoors person. You're standing by a body of water... where was that?

[Ptah]

9. inside-out pockets, 1976

A stick for the dog to chase.



The water is in Washtenaw County.

[Radio_Lady]

11. Thanks! I remember the inside-out pockets... and the dog was sweet.

"The water is in Washtenaw County."

Is this correct?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Washtenaw_County,_Michigan

Another Native American name to remember...

[Maddy McCall]

10. One time my husband and I were short on rent money...

so he sold me to a group of loggers for four hours. It was good for me, good for the loggers, and we were able to pay the rent, so we weren't evicted.

[Radio_Lady]

12. OK. I'm assuming that is a joke... right? Where is the sarcasm icon?

Or are you serious?

Cute suit -- I just bought a R/W/B towel with some young babes on it, at a yard sale for $2.00.

Is that the British Union Jack or the Confederate flag? (Why do I get them confused?)

Edited: Forgot you're in Mississippi.

"Save you're Confederate money, boys... the South will rise again."

[Maddy McCall]

13. We were kinda wild in the eighties.

I had aspirations to do much better than I did...but when you're hungry, you do whatever you have to.

Thanks...I bought the bathing suit in Gatlinburg...don't even ask how we financed THAT trip.

:D

[Radio_Lady]

14. Listen kiddo... I know what you mean. I was wild in the 1950s and even later.

When my ex-husband had a career crisis in 1970, found a woman who was divorced from a very wealthy man, sued me for divorce because I would not sue him -- and left me with two little kids, the dog, and a house with a $200 a month mortgage... I did what I had to do, too.

Outside surveying work and product placement paid OK, but becoming a female escort for "Rent-A-Bird" paid much better. Seriously better -- $80 for each paid date, plus tips. Three dates a week and I had enough to cover my mortgage.

Please don't snicker. This group was listed by the Miami Beach Chamber of Commerce -- absolutely no prostitution allowed. (We were told that at least one of our dates would periodically be assigned to see if we were doing what we were supposed to.) Money was picked up by an RAB agent from professional men in their hotels prior to the paid date. The woman arrived in her car at dinner time, took the gentleman out to dinner in a few selected restaurants, danced and talked with him, then back to drop him off in the front of the hotel by 1 AM. Tips were accepted gratefully. Most of the men were married business men looking for travel companionship in almost every case. They were courtly, delightful, and caring. If we were put in any dangerous or compromising position, we were to go to a pay telephone, call the office with someone on duty 24 hours. Then, we were to leave the man wherever we were and proceed home. They would call the police. I only had one man do that in the months I did that job.

In one big-ticket date, I took a Japanese man to Cape Canaveral (Cape Kennedy). He was a rocket scientist and very interested in seeing the site.

I made up my escort name from my first and middle names -- Ellen Starr -- and while we were not encouraged to share our real stories, I did reveal my predicament a few times. Usually, I got warm invitations to come to other places to start a new life -- Canada and Montana are the ones that stand out in my mind.

[Maddy McCall]

15. Wow....the memories.

I can so relate. I was widely desired for my skills in what we called "the greek arts."

My husband was an equal partner in our marrital endeavors. He helped finance a trip to the Yucatan by working at a convention in New Orleans once...something like "Southern Bear Preservation Society," if I recall correctly.

I NEVER gave people my real name, either...I was always "Suda Mae" when people asked my name. Easy pickens back then, when I had that body.

:)

[pitohui]

16. maddy you are so naughty

my hubby would shoot me if i posted that he worked the southern bear preservation society even as a joke!

i love the "levels" taking place in this thread

[Maddy McCall]

20. Like I said, the eighties were wild...

and we were a lot more free with ourselves back then. When you've got it, sell it...or take a down payment. :)

I'm not married to my husband anymore, by the way. He's living in Dallas now...and that's all I know about him.

[Radio_Lady]

21. Old expression about prostitution

You have it.
You sell it.
You still have it.

[Skittles]

23. I'm a quarter mile from Dallas, Maddy

you want I should kick his ass? It would hardly even disrupt my schedule.

[HEyHEY]

17. I'd fuck someone for money - and not even alot of money

[latebloomer]

18. My husband says he missed his true calling

He was meant to be a gigolo.

[Guava Jelly]

19. Anybody

Even a 3000 pound leper.
I aint proud

[Lorien]

22. A high profile entertainment lawyer who is also the first cousin

of a onetime democratic presidential candidate once offered to make me a "kept" woman. He said that he and his wife had an open marriage, so he offered to buy me a condo in Carmel-by-the-sea and take me to various Hollywood premieres on the weekends. He had seven estates, most in other countries, and five yachts. I just couldn't do it. For one thing, he looks a lot like my father! And I was just too proud at the time anyway. Maybe I was foolish, who knows? :shrug: