Married Flirting: Flirting Is a Girl's Best Friend
He was just what I needed in a man at that moment: kind, attentive, entertaining. Even though it was the end of a long day for him, he looked great. My kind of guy: graying hair, twinkling eyes. He laughed at my jokes.For my part, I could not have looked less fetching: flushed and sweaty from a long, hot run. Hair pulled back in elastic. A torn, soppy T-shirt. Smelly, even.We were practically alone together, the late afternoon sun slanting across the windows of the bar. We exchanged...
Married Flirting: WET PANTS, SPOTTY EYES AND A $28 PAYCHECK
The men in Santa Claus boot camp come on tough. This is just a job, they say. Nothing more. Most of them are retired, the rest are seasonal or displaced workers. At $7 an hour, a four-hour shift of lap duty at Vintage Faire Mall nets them $28. "It's a matter of economics," says Ron Stice, a 29-year-old Turlock resident whose disability check isn't enough for his three children. "Just...
Married Flirting: Days of Pan-African films
If you're a film fan, or are curious about the cultures of African-descended people, the Pan African Film & Art Festival offers full days of film screenings this weekend. All screenings are in Los Angeles, at the Magic Johnson Theatres, 3650 Martin Luther King Blvd. Here are some details on the events.Today First showing, 10:30 a.m.; last showing, 10:05 p.m.Seven films, including "Actress," the story of five black, female performers who...
Married Flirting: Bonnie Hunt takes the best-friend role in good humor
LOS ANGELES - For somebody who grew up in Chicago and worked at the Dairy Queen before becoming a nurse, Bonnie Hunt has done a pretty good job of convincing Hollywood to worship at her feet. "I still have my bad days where I think I'm not getting everything I deserve," says Hunt, 31, "but those pass quickly once my mother gets on the phone and says, `Listen, we used to eat rocks and walk 80 miles a day to school.' "...
Married Flirting: FLIRTING AN ART THAT BOOSTS SOUL
He was just what I needed in a man at that moment: kind, attentive, entertaining. Even though it was the end of a long day for him, he looked great. My kind of guy: graying hair, twinkling eyes. He laughed at my jokes. For my part, I could not have looked less fetching: flushed and sweaty from a long, hot run. Hair pulled back in elastic. A torn, soppy T-shirt. Smelly, even.We were practically alone together, the late afternoon sun slanting across the windows of the bar. We exchanged...