meet my husband

We met on the set of his first movie. 

I was a starry-eyed twenty-two year-old fresh from Oklahoma, and at the bottom of the film’s totem pole.  He was older, and hot, and my boss.

I didn’t find him or his friends funny.  I worked on his movie only as a way to pay the rent.  I turned up my nose at everything he stood for.  Somewhere along the way, I changed.   

Despite our enormous differences, we were good friends for two years.  I crushed on him like a giddy schoolgirl, even though I wasn’t his type.  I was prissy, conservative, blonde.  One night all the carefully constructed walls came tumbling down and we professed our undying love. 

His version of events may slightly differ. 

Here – and sometimes elsewhere - he will be called The Gorilla.  Because he kinda looks like one, and because I don’t want his eclectic fan base to land here from a search engine. 

He is kind, and funny, and loves me in spite of everything that tells him he shouldn’t. 

I am just mad about him.  He is the reason I am a Hollywood Housewife.

photo by shari macdonald