I knew Barack Obama and I would eventually find common ground! [circa 1985]
ABC News: "Garrett Graff, editor-at-large at The Washingtonian, told ABC News the idea for the cover came during a discussion among the magazine’s staff about how, with the arrival of the Obamas, came a “celebrity aspect that has brought energy to the city and the attention of the paparazzi.” “The Obamas are the center of attention here and the whole world is looking to Washington now in a way we haven’t seen in years,” Graff said, calling it “a real golden age of Washington.” Now the golden age of Washington could certainly be illustrated with a photo of the president fully-clothed, perhaps in a tuxedo at an Inaugural Ball with his wife, first lady Michelle Obama.
Translation: Let's make the May issue fly off the stands.
The best-selling Washington mag was the cover story written by my friend Lisa DePaulo on dating horror stories in the nation's capital. This was like 1992. Lisa regaled readers with unfortunate encounters (including her own and mine) with narcissistic one-dimensional Washington men (she high-tailed it back to Philadelphia after six months) whose idea of a fun date was watching their appearances on "Meet The Press."
I vote for the '85 cover.
ReplyDeleteGee, thanks, Grandpa D! Didn't I look virginal there? Ha!
ReplyDeleteI don't know about virginal necessarily Marty, but suffice to say you look beautiful! And very happy too!
ReplyDeleteAre you trying to tell me that a date wouldn't want to spend an afternoon watching my appearances on Meet the Press? maybe that's why things never seem to work out...
ReplyDeleteYeah, I vote for the '85 cover too.
#85
ReplyDeleteImus was in rare form this morning with Howard Kurtz.
Follow up to CNN's disgraceful coverage of tea partys.
Imus ask Howard Kurtz this morning do you have a communist card?
Imus Guest Howard Kurtz, CNN reliable sources, can’t produce his communist card :)
http://youhavetobethistalltogoonthisride.blogspot.com/2009/04/imus-guest-howard-kurtz-cant-produce.html
Imus gets Howard to admit that he knows exactly what the tax day tea partys were about, and they were not people protesting paying their taxes, like Paul Begala claimed. Howard Kurtz can’t spin CNN coverage so doesn’t bother but tries to deflect to Bush administration, you know wash rinse repeat :)
Marty, you haven't aged a day...
ReplyDeleteAm I alone in thinking Obama needs a "manssiere" to support his breasts?
ReplyDeleteI too fully support the 1985 cover.
I agree. ChickieBoo's cover is better ... and she isn't even topless.
ReplyDeleteand this is our president of the UNITED STATES?? I like men with hair on their chest
ReplyDelete85 cover all the way!
ReplyDelete'09 mkes me opine.........'85 makes me feel alive.
ReplyDeleteGee, gang, thanks for the vote of confidence! Anon is right: '85 makes me feel alive, too!
ReplyDeleteI've got more dating horror stories. Guys, you too, I presume. Relive 'em here.
I'll never forget the guy who took me to a pricey DC power restaurant, looked longingly at me as he held my hand across the table, looked at my hand and crooned: "I love your veins."
A real-life Dracula...
That's akin to making a marriage proposal and telling your bride while on your knees..."I love you with all my brain".
ReplyDeleteMarty,
ReplyDeleteYou get yet another vote from me for the 85 picture. How about the Washingtonian using your blog picture for a story about women who can still run rings around most of the current anchorbabes.
I agrees - Chickaboomer's be dah better! Perez Hilton can jump in the sack with "dah Man" Barack.
ReplyDeleteDid Marty run a personal ad in the 1985 Washingtonian?
One of my weirdest dating stories involved a perfectly fine woman who turned out to be a screamer. No, make that a SCREAMER!!!! Totally blew my concentration. I have never before or since been around a person SO LOUD!!! I hope she found a really nice deaf guy.
ReplyDeleteMine isn't a "dating" story, but I was a single dad (finally getting a rare all-night babysitter) out with a gorgeous friend dancing, took the cab back to her place because we were both a bit tipsy, and was ready to sack out by myself on the couch. She said, "We're both adults, Al, and we've been friends forever, so you can share my bed. Just don't try anything." I thought that was cool and it certainly took that awkward pressure off...
ReplyDelete...next morning I wake up to, "What the F@#%!! I'm not sexy enough for you? You sonofabitch."
Uhg.
Gee, Bobcat, thanks! Al: That's why men are from Mars and women are from Venus. I like people who say what they mean and mean what they say. No mixed messages or passive-aggressive bullshit. Fear-driven ego. Or booze. It was the booze, Al.
ReplyDeleteJim: she'd just opened her credit card bills in her mind.
Back to Bob: I've NEVER run a personal ad.
Where's the strangest place you've gotten laid? For mne is was 75 miles an hour down I-75 in Michigan in an Olds 98 with Saginaw Steering Gear tilt wheel steering...
about ten years ago, when i didnt know better, i met a woman on the internet. we arranged dinner at her house. when i arrived i was pleased to see her picture matched her reality. all was going well when her daughter kept staring at me and finally said, so mommy says shes gonna marry you and youre gonna be my new daddy. gulp..everything seemed pretty cool as once the kid was in bed she became very affectionate and insisted we go horizontal. i inqiured as to her birth control method and she said oh, im on the pill. after bumping uglies, i went to the bathroom to clean up. when i emerged from the bathroom i saw she had my wallet out and gazing at my license. she abruptly told me that she got pregnant with her child while she was on the pill. as the twilight zone music played, i pulled my best jesse owens and was clear of there lickety split. she didnt boil my rabbit, but i recieved 10 calls a day from her and several unannounced visits for weeks. at one point she called to say that her child was crushed that i wasnt in her life! she faded away, im sure after finding another mark. damndest thing is, she was and remains in my top five for most passionate, crazy- lady sex. she was an animal.
ReplyDeleteby the way marty,, were you goin commando under that frilly while on the swing? you know. sans-pantaloons? you see, being from the south, we put our women on a pedestal ,, so we can look up their skirt! file under,, uncalled for.
ReplyDeleteThe basement women's room of the Longworth House Office Building.
ReplyDeleteRandomDude, Marty is wearing pantyhose in the picture. If you remember 1985, you wouldn't have to ask. What working woman didn't have a bottle of clear nail polish and a backup pair of hose in her office back then?
ReplyDeleteIt was in the greenroom at a radio network with a guest who was scheduled to be on the air in ten minutes. She got to the studio with time to spare.
ReplyDeleteI agrees - Chickaboomer's be dah better! Perez Hilton can jump in the sack with "dah Man" Barack.
ReplyDeleteDid Marty run a personal ad in the 1985 Washingtonian?
Am I alone in thinking Obama needs a "manssiere" to support his breasts?
ReplyDeleteI too fully support the 1985 cover.
Gee, gang, thanks for the vote of confidence! Anon is right: '85 makes me feel alive, too!
ReplyDeleteI've got more dating horror stories. Guys, you too, I presume. Relive 'em here.
I'll never forget the guy who took me to a pricey DC power restaurant, looked longingly at me as he held my hand across the table, looked at my hand and crooned: "I love your veins."
A real-life Dracula...