Many of you know that I zip up and down the freeway to Los Angeles and it’s a long and boring drive with about one third of it being desert landscape. I use the time effectively and often don’t even listen to music, preferring instead to write book scenes in my head or to plot out new storylines. I become my own captive audience and some of my best writing is done in that red Camry. : )
Last weekend I’d gone up to L.A. for my birthday. Had a scrumptious birthday dinner at Senor Fred’s, it’s in the style of Senor Frog’s in Mexico, and it was a great treat. The restaurant is extremely dark though and we had to change tables as our first one had no overhead lighting and I couldn’t read the menu, even with my glasses on. Ha ha. When we slid into a semi-circular booth with five foot high walls allowing diners in the next booth complete privacy I got the inkling this was not a place for an old mother. Each booth held one young couple and they all seemed to be snuggled up close. There was a fireplace in the back, a long bar with cozy seating, and did I mention dark?
Ah, well. The kids treated me royally. Here’s my dessert:
On the drive home Monday morning, the radio was tuned to a L.A. station instead of my usual desert C&W station, 106.1 FM. It was rock. I’m going to venture to say it was 104 FM but not certain. My daughter must have chosen it the night before. Because I was smack dab in the middle of edits, I did not want to venture into making up new stories so I sang along with Cee Lo Green. There was a talk show on and it appealed to me so much I listened for at least half the journey. Two young DJ’s discussed sexy Halloween costumes for men. They claimed there were so many sexy costumes for women, but none for men. They invited listeners to call in recommendations and as they waited they laughed about costumes they’d worn in previous years, and which costumes got them the most phone numbers that night. It amused me no end because one of them sounded like my late twenties son. Not that he’d be caught wearing any costume anywhere.
As a romance writer I have to think about how to dress my hero, and what makes a hero appealing or sexy to the reader. I’m not into costumes at all and this got me thinking about what costume a grown man would wear. Pirate was the first one to pop into my head. But of course he’d have to look like Johnny Depp, otherwise forget the whole exercise. Callers chimed in with suggestions: fireman, cowboy, pirate, and cop. Then one woman called and suggested a Smurf. The DJ’s laughed their butts off. So did I. Then she went on to explain that the guy would have to be really ripped. He’d spray his body with blue paint and be naked except for puffy short pants.
What do you think? Hot or not? What would your sexiest costume choice be if you were given the rare opportunity to dress up your very own hunky Halloween hero?
And for your viewing pleasure, come back here after you leave your comment, it’s Smurfingly delicious:
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