were in your twenties until I read your resume. I couldn’t believe you were thirty.”
Sam finished his salad, put down his fork, and said, “I have to tell you something.”
“What, Sam?”
“I’m not thirty,” he said, setting off alarms in Michael’s head, who wondered if he was sitting there with a seventeen-year-old.
“How old are you?” Michael asked with a frown.
“I’m thirty-five,” Sam said. “I figured if I chopped off five years, it would increase my chances since I decided to try to be an actor late in life. I was a school teacher for seven years before I quit to move out here.” Michael sighed with relief as Sam continued. “You’re not upset that I lied about my age, are you?”
“Not at all,” Michael said. “I was afraid you were going to tell me you were seventeen.” He laughed, and so did Sam. “How old do you think I am?” Michael asked.
“Well, that’s not fair because I know you have been here for twenty years. But, last night I thought you were in your early thirties.”
“Good save,” Michael said as Sonia removed their salad plates and brought the manicottis.
“Promise me you’ll go see Sid,” Michael said as they dug into their dishes. “I don’t want to look like a fool.”
“I will, I will,” he said.
Michael really liked Sam, who like him, only drank a half a glass of wine. Michael told Sonia to take the rest of the bottle home with her, and after eating dinner with him, something told him Sam would make it big in this business if he got the right break. The rest of the evening was pleasant, and after dinner, Michael invited Sam back to his house.
They sat on the deck talking, and Sam asked, “Do you have a boyfriend?”
“No. I’m not boyfriend material. The guys I end up with are usually self-centered assholes who end up using me and discarding me when I’ve outlived my shelf life,” he explained.
“Wow, I thought I was the only one who ended up in relationships like that.”
Michael looked at him for a moment. They were very much alike, or at least he was like Michael ten years ago. He wanted to make a move, but he really liked Sam, so he didn’t want him just to be a trick. As Michael pondered what path to take, Sam got up from his chair came over to Michael, leaned down and kissed him. His full lips felt great against his, and as they made out on the deck, Michael wondered what Helen Epstein thought of all this.
They parted lips, and Sam said, “I have an early day, and I better get going before I rip all your clothes off and have my way with you.”
“What happened to that nervous, shy valet I met last night?” he asked.
Sam laughed as he gently tugged Michael’s nipple through his shirt. Michael walked him to the door, and they made out some more before Michael opened it. Sam hesitated and patted Michael’s chest, as if he were debating what to do next. He walked outside, turning before getting into his car and waved.
“Go see Sid,” Michael yelled after him as he backed out of the driveway.
“I will, I will,” he yelled back. “Call me before you leave for D.C.”
“I will, I will,” Michael said.
The next few weeks were hectic as Michael prepared to move to D.C. Sam and he never could quite get their schedules to mesh, and although they talked on the phone several times, they never managed to see each other again. Michael was not too disappointed, as he knew starting something before leaving would only make it more difficult. Here, he had met a really nice Jewish guy, and he was moving.
Timing is everything in Hollywood.
Chapter Four
Michael rented his house to one of his colleagues from Los Angeles Live , and he debated about whether to put his car in dry storage or take it with him. Since he didn’t want to take a chance driving his Corvair cross-country, he went with his gut and stored it. Sharon told him he wouldn’t need a car in Washington, and Michael figured if it turned out he did, he could rent
Sam finished his salad, put down his fork, and said, “I have to tell you something.”
“What, Sam?”
“I’m not thirty,” he said, setting off alarms in Michael’s head, who wondered if he was sitting there with a seventeen-year-old.
“How old are you?” Michael asked with a frown.
“I’m thirty-five,” Sam said. “I figured if I chopped off five years, it would increase my chances since I decided to try to be an actor late in life. I was a school teacher for seven years before I quit to move out here.” Michael sighed with relief as Sam continued. “You’re not upset that I lied about my age, are you?”
“Not at all,” Michael said. “I was afraid you were going to tell me you were seventeen.” He laughed, and so did Sam. “How old do you think I am?” Michael asked.
“Well, that’s not fair because I know you have been here for twenty years. But, last night I thought you were in your early thirties.”
“Good save,” Michael said as Sonia removed their salad plates and brought the manicottis.
“Promise me you’ll go see Sid,” Michael said as they dug into their dishes. “I don’t want to look like a fool.”
“I will, I will,” he said.
Michael really liked Sam, who like him, only drank a half a glass of wine. Michael told Sonia to take the rest of the bottle home with her, and after eating dinner with him, something told him Sam would make it big in this business if he got the right break. The rest of the evening was pleasant, and after dinner, Michael invited Sam back to his house.
They sat on the deck talking, and Sam asked, “Do you have a boyfriend?”
“No. I’m not boyfriend material. The guys I end up with are usually self-centered assholes who end up using me and discarding me when I’ve outlived my shelf life,” he explained.
“Wow, I thought I was the only one who ended up in relationships like that.”
Michael looked at him for a moment. They were very much alike, or at least he was like Michael ten years ago. He wanted to make a move, but he really liked Sam, so he didn’t want him just to be a trick. As Michael pondered what path to take, Sam got up from his chair came over to Michael, leaned down and kissed him. His full lips felt great against his, and as they made out on the deck, Michael wondered what Helen Epstein thought of all this.
They parted lips, and Sam said, “I have an early day, and I better get going before I rip all your clothes off and have my way with you.”
“What happened to that nervous, shy valet I met last night?” he asked.
Sam laughed as he gently tugged Michael’s nipple through his shirt. Michael walked him to the door, and they made out some more before Michael opened it. Sam hesitated and patted Michael’s chest, as if he were debating what to do next. He walked outside, turning before getting into his car and waved.
“Go see Sid,” Michael yelled after him as he backed out of the driveway.
“I will, I will,” he yelled back. “Call me before you leave for D.C.”
“I will, I will,” Michael said.
The next few weeks were hectic as Michael prepared to move to D.C. Sam and he never could quite get their schedules to mesh, and although they talked on the phone several times, they never managed to see each other again. Michael was not too disappointed, as he knew starting something before leaving would only make it more difficult. Here, he had met a really nice Jewish guy, and he was moving.
Timing is everything in Hollywood.
Chapter Four
Michael rented his house to one of his colleagues from Los Angeles Live , and he debated about whether to put his car in dry storage or take it with him. Since he didn’t want to take a chance driving his Corvair cross-country, he went with his gut and stored it. Sharon told him he wouldn’t need a car in Washington, and Michael figured if it turned out he did, he could rent
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