Blind Item #12 - Lady Loves Part Two - A Reader Blind Item

Now there’s something people need to understand about L.A. – not only is it chock full of the world’s finest ladies most trying to make it or break it in showbiz, drawn to the glitz and glamour of the industry like moths to the flame, but it’s also blessed that the home grown variety, those sun kissed California girls, were hardly ever what one would consider to be runners up in the aesthetics department.  Speaking of blessed, I, one of a seemingly rare breed of non-transplant, native born Angeleno sons, have been blessed in my forty-something years on this earth to have loved and been loved by 5 of California’s (if not the world’s) absolute best…every single one of them, while not famous, a goddess in my mind.  Each as lovely on the inside as they are/were on the outside.

While there are many tales that I may one day tell of myself, my experiences, and my Lady Loves, today’s tale focuses on Lady #4, who we will call Washington. Washington and I (along with Ladies #1 & #3) attended the same high school, a pretty high fallutin’ public school that was in those days both famous for its academic excellence and quality as well as notorious for its wild party scene.  In fact, an alum of the school had directed a pretty successful cult classic teen coming-of-age movie that was heavily influenced by his own experiences at the school/town.  It had a kinda-sorta “in spirit” remake/variation not too long ago.  The place even had a rabid pack of rocket scientists in its backyard, not just the rockband we’ll get to very soon that used to play in and around those backyards.

I was a couple of grades above Washington, and had been a few months past breaking up with Lady #3.  Washington and I had a class together that year, and over that fall, winter and spring we grew close, very close.  In the time leading up to Spring Break she found herself torn between her douchelord of an on again off again boyfriend and me.  The boyfriend, conveniently for us, decided to be his douche self and break up with Washington prior to heading out of town for Spring Break.  I would deal with that Grade A Shitheel in time, but at that time I decided to put my personal desires and wants aside and just be the "In the FriendZone" shoulder for her to cry on.  And cry she did – that first weekend of Spring Break it was tough to see her break down like she did, especially with the unrequited feelings of love, passion, and desire I most definitely had for her, and was sure she had for me.  But I was working on a plan to cheer her up, with the help of a friend of mine who had a line on a hush hush event that was coming up the middle of that Spring Break week.