IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m a risk taker. At times, I have been a daredevil. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m no angel, and I am definitely a siren. As I get older, I wonder if should start being more cautious about the kinds of shenanigans I get myself into on a bi-weekly basis.Ã‚Â Should I not have gotten involved with the most pungent playboy at my film studio?Ã‚Â Should I not have moved back to Los Angeles on a whim and a precarious livelihood?Ã‚Â Should I look before I leap?Ã‚Â
Well, ever since I was old enough (a toddler) to look people in the eyes, smile at them, and jump into their laps at the doctorÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s office, looking before I leap hasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t deterred me from going for it.
We are all here for a reason, if not many.Ã‚Â If one of my purposes in this lifetime is to be a warrior for love and all the wild at heart, then I must. I must keep dating in Los Angeles. I must be open to different kinds of men–even reality TV stars.
As IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve written in a previous post, I fell in love with a rock star not long ago.Ã‚Â The experience was wonderful and horrible, and decadent and deadly, and surreal and like living the truest truth IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve ever felt.Ã‚Â If I could do it all over again I would–minus his public arrest and my weathering integrity.
YouÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re probably thinking, after such a disruptive dating debacle, why on earth would she ever want to get involved with someone in the entertainment industry again?Ã‚Â
I donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t go seeking out these men, I swear. It.Ã‚Â Just.Ã‚Â Happens. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve known Ã¢â‚¬Å“RealityÃ¢â‚¬Â for a couple of months now.Ã‚Â When we met some definite sparks flew, but I wrote him off as a cheesy talk show host, who was just another notch on HollywoodÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s belt of shame.Ã‚Â But then I had an actual conversation with him, and my cynical lamp post knees began to bend, at least half-way.
Back when I watched MTV, I used to think Reality was funny, charismatic, light and bright, and in better shape than MichelangeloÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s David.Ã‚Â After meeting him in person, I can verify he is all of those things.
At a recent holiday party, our eyes locked as soon as I walked in the door, and as the old adage goes, Ã¢â‚¬Å“it was on!Ã¢â‚¬ÂÃ‚Â
So can I remain open, or will I shut down, affronting the face of potential romance and fun?Ã‚Â Can I date more than one person for once in my life like all the dating experts out there say single women should?Ã‚Â Can I manage to not put Reality in a box and toss it to the sharks?Ã‚Â Can I dismiss the fact that girls young enough to be my daughter stop him on the sidewalk to get his autograph?
IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll let you know in early 2010.Ã‚Â