I’m in a rather melancholy mood today. Don’t know why, but I’ve been musing about lost loves, wasted opportunities, and regrets. Sometimes, you know, it is enjoyable to give into depression and wallow in your pity-party, telling yourself how different things could have been, if only . . .
And kids, today’s guest embodies that whole philosophy. This is a guy who had it all — looks, wealth, talent, loving family — everything we think will make us happy. And yet, something went horribly wrong, and now he is more pathetic than anything else.
But lets go back to the halcyon days of our youth, back to the early-to-mid-Eighties, when our boy was the hawt-est thing in shoe leather. He was gorgeous beyond belief, and I was not the only Alpha Xi who had his picture on my dorm wall. He was sweet and humble, telling interviewers how fortunate he was and that he realized he had hit the big time too easily. He wasn’t just a little hot — he was People’s inaugural “World’s Sexiest Man” in 1985. And there was his lovely wife and his growing brood of children right there beside him. Small wonder that he was the love of my young life.
Yes, he’s crazy now. And disgusting. And an anti-Semite, a wife-beater, a drunk, etc. I know that, and I, like the rest of you, have rejected him. Like pina coladas, platform shoes, disco music and the other things that weren’t good for me in the long term, I have cut him out of my heart. But sometimes, when I am in this remembrance-of-times-past mood, I think of my darling Mel and what could have been, if only he had stayed sane . . . .
Okay, yeah, so this is how that love affair ended.
But it wasn’t like that in the beginning . . .