I was in my teens. He was in his thirties. I reached his shoulder. We shook hands when we met and, after our last meeting, he kissed my hand. He’s the only man who swung me around a tree, a la Tarzan, and I was more than happy to be his Jane because it’s not every day that a little Indian girl gets to clutch on to Patrick Swayze (may he rest in peace). Yes, ladies and gents, I have danced with the Dirty Dancer himself. When I read about his passing the other day, I realised just how insidious the impact of bad movie-making is. In my head there rolled a soft-focus flashback of me and Patrick Swayze whizzing around a fake tree in the middle of a film set. Add some falsetto singing and it could be a moment from “Pocahontas”. This is particularly ironic because I honestly didn’t find him particularly lustworthy when I met him. I’d been expecting Johnny Castle and instead there stood before me a man who was blonde, strangely square and much shorter than I’d expected. It was entirely disappointing even though Patrick Swayze was very sweet. After all, he did voluntarily take a hefty teenager in his arms and heave her around tree (and only because I’d mentioned how much I envied Tarzan being able to swing from tree to tree). He remains to this day the most buff man I’ve clutched and I do remember being a little unnerved by how bumpy his muscular body felt. It was a bit like being clasped to a road paved by giant cobblestones. That was the moment I decided that never again do I want to meet anyone I have a crush on: I imagine them much better than God or genetics could.
i’m with you on the ‘not to meet’ rule…. but what a memory to have! :scotch:
bittersweet…..
what memory to have, indeed …
(and i love the new pictures at the top! Mum is particularly enchanted with the origami owl…)
That is so sweet a memory and a bit sad. This made me a bit weepy.
I adore the far left pic, the polka-dot dress one, but they are all cool.
Thank you. The photographs/ images are all randomly nicked from different places. None of them came with names so I’m guessing they’ve been filched and re-filched on numerous occasions. Jude, I love Ms. Brown-Paper-Bag-Head too. And Mad, please tell Mum that I’ve not the faintest how that’s made but it and I share marked physical resemblances.
“it and I share marked physical resemblances.”
i hope you mean the cute sleepy expression.
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Sweet memory :smooch:
and the brown-paper-bag-head reminded me of Noone
any news from her ?
Not from my side, I’m afraid.
no, Noone has drifted away … she was very busy job-wise, though.