California Girl

11/2005

Call me gg ~ single santa monica girl. By now you know, if I’m promoting it, I’m loving it. I don’t get paid a dime in endorsement deals. So, by all means, stay at Shutters Hotel on the Beach, when in Santa Monica, if you have the chance.

I was there recently for a super-secret rendevous with a man you read about in September 2004, assuming you read every column, which, thankfully, some of you do. We stayed in room 543 – perfect in my opinion, with stairs to the pool and a view of the pier.

Kyle, the consummate hotel employee, helped me with my bag.

While waiting for my guy’s arrival, I observed a couple having drinks by the fire. The man said, “Nice guys finish last,” to which the woman responded, “If by ‘nice guy’ you mean yourself, you must consider ‘finishing last’ having drinks with me. And, in that case, I’m going to have to excuse myself.” She up and left. You gotta love a girl with guts like that.

The next day, I noticed a couple buying corndogs and laughing. Like good friends, they made funny things with dollar bills while chomping their lunch and lemonade.

My man asked me all sorts of silly questions because if he’s got anything, he’s got goof. And, truthfully, this guy’s got it all. I squeezed his hand and pointed to the building where I once lived. He made a funny joke. I laughed. He made a serious statement. I cried.

You gotta love a guy with guts like that.