One of the best things about being married to your best friend is, they’re almost always available (well, except for fashion events).
I love spontaneity. I love eating out or watching a movie on a whim, or going to the kitchen for a midnight snack.
One of my fondest memories is waking up jet lagged in Hong Kong (via Amsterdam) and ordering room service with Jeroen at 3 AM.
Midnight snacks are especially thrilling because you’re not supposed to be having freshly cooked hamburgers or yang chow fried rice at such an ungodly hour.
Last week I was on this diet pill that gave me “jet lag”. It would make me sleepy at 10:45 PM and wake me up at 3 AM.
My tossing and stirring and trips to bathroom and kitchen would wake up Jeroen.
Last Sunday in the middle of the night, I asked if we could watch one of the ’70s movies in my DVD stash.
A Different Story was a movie I enjoyed in the late ’70s. I was not supposed to because it had a controversial plot and a nude scene. Looking back I realize most of the movies that made a mark on me had nude scenes—because I’m not supposed to be watching them.
A Different Story is about a gay man and a lesbian who are forced to live together because of necessity (Perry King was kicked out by his gay lover). The two become friends, get married (out of necessity) fall in love, get pregnant, but will they live happily ever after?
From experience, I can tell you this is every fag hag’s fantasy. Some of us have a crush on our gay friend and imagine we could convert him and be together.
While it does happen sometimes, most of the time it doesn’t, we get over it and move on with our lives.
Watching the movie again after three decades I’m amazed how Perry King in the ’70s would still look hot in our present time.
Seeing him in my teens definitely shaped how I viewed men as an adult. In fact I made a wish at a very young age to marry a white guy—and I did!
I enjoyed watching with Jeroen who was only five when the movie was released. I loved seeing the old rattan furniture like they were made in the Philippines.
I loved swooning over Perry King and having teenager feelings again. Couldn’t help but wonder how he looks now, and here’s what Google found:
Awww….mehn….He turns 64 this year. Can I just remember him like this?