I just walked out of a pitch meeting with a porn star. It wasn't hot. It was a businesslike, matter of fact discussion about the ins and outs and tops and bottoms of the industry. Maybe I expected too much. Maybe I thought it would be titillating or that someone would leave the room with a promise of a freebie. But it's the meetings that you expect nothing from that wind up blowing your mind.
A couple years ago, I was in LA and I got a message that Cybill Shepard wanted to meet to pitch a reality show that she was billing as a real-life "Absolutely Fabulous" starring her and her best friend. We met in her manager's office in Beverly Hills on a hot Los Angeles summer day. I wore flip-flops, khakis, and a t-shirt. I don't know what my vibe was that day, but for some reason I was not wearing underwear. I know this may disgust you but it was just the way I was feeling that day when I got dressed. I was in LA, not feeling professional, the pants were soft, it was warm, I didn't want to be constrained - I don't know! Just please give me credit for admitting it and know that it is actually relevant to this story.
Cybill was "on" - upbeat, cheerful, engaging and flirty. Very flirty. They asked my age, status, religion (they loooove Semitic men!). She and her friend were on me like white on rice trying to flirt me into submission. But it was hot. Man was it hot in that office! So hot that the internal Gaydars of two sophisticated, well-traveled ladies completely lost their intuitive power. Cybill was baking. She kept fanning herself and talking about how hot she was. She asked if I minded if she slipped off her shoes. No problem let your dogs breathe and mine will too, Maddie. Barefoot, we talked about the show some more and the madcap situations that Cybill and her pal would get into on the show, as they do in real life. Blind dates! Menopause! Motherhood! It was pretty much a pitch for a reality version of her successful CBS sitcom "Cybill" - not a horrible idea. And then, Ms. Shepard had a horrible idea: it was so F---in hot in there, that she thought we should all take our shirts off. She squealed! Her friend was game. They proposed a deal - they take their shirts off, and I follow suit and take off mine. "Ok, I will," I said. I was hot. Physically, not "hot." But I was also curious to see where this would go.