So the recent unauthorized biography of 20th-Century lothario Warren Beatty claims he 'bedded' (whether or not a bed was involved) some 12,775 women.
And here I sit annoyed that I wasn't one of them.
As crazy as the number sounds, it's still a pretty elite group. And they have a certain distinction, regardless of whether their number was up for a few years, an hour or a mere 15 minutes.
Considering the closest I ever came to Warren Beatty (within a couple city blocks) in his pre-Annette Benning number-running days was in the year 1968 when he was in our neighborhood campaigning for Robert F. Kenndy's presidential campaign, he would have had to be Roman Polanski to put my notch on his gun, so to speak.
Not that I wouldn't have been willing, mind you.
By then I had already penciled (and I mean pencil) my epic Mary Sue fanfic,
'Bonnie and Clyde and Me.' And I was ready to slip my only copy into his hands, if given the chance. In fact, that was my plan. (Now that would have been one hell of an aphrodisiac.)
Alas, our paths didn't cross.
Ain't life funny?
This entry was supposed to be posted on January 5, 2010. But I am not going to make myself crazy trying to blog every day. It just ain't happening.
You don't really need to blog every day, just because I've become obsessed by doing it. It's really cool that you're back to blogging, as I always enjoy what you have to say!
Wow. Warren bagged more than 12,000 women! Good heavens. Talk about SCORING. (And who kept score???)
Yeah,I'd like to know how one arrived at that number too. Wow.
I mean,I know "shagging" is fun,but that is almost mathematically impossible,though Wilt Chamberlain was also apparently very adept at scoring with the ladies too,and I am sure other high profile celebs have been/are too.
Wonder what Tiger's number will be in the next 20 years...
(Oh,I know,low blow!)
Gosh,with that many notches,he eventually wouldn't have a bedpost...
....or a belt!! *LOL*
And after doing the math I am,quite frankly,surprised it didn't fall off... *ahem* *wink wink*
I wrote it in first-person, and then when I got to the end I realized it was weird to have the narrator croak, but what could I do?
(I hadn't seen King Arthur where Lancelot is a dead/reincarnated horse doing the narration or read 'The Lovely Bones' where the dead girl watches the action from heaven. I guess it's not so strange after all.)