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"So in Part 1 of my bawdy and oh-so-dramatic story about my early 20&amp;#039;s sex life in Hollywood, I recounted to you how I was madly in love with a gay production assistant, was fired by a donkey hole produer, was re-hired by a straight writers&amp;#039; assistant who totally called me out on my affair with the Big B and later went on to tell me that he had two big reasons for hiring me to type scripts for the predominantly male Hangin&amp;#039; With Mr. Cooper writers&amp;#039; room: My cha-cha&amp;#039;s. Let&amp;#039;s continue, shall we? My writers&amp;#039; assistant boss went on to add that I was pretty funny, could type like the wind, but that I did indeed have nice cha-cha&amp;#039;s. He couldn&amp;#039;t help himself. Between the choices of looking at me or Andy Shapiro for six months (who typed one word/minute less than me, was five foot 7 and had a very furry forearms) he had no choice but to take one for the team.  Lest you ladies call my boss a pig (which he&amp;#039;s admitted to himself in the past) he also earns major points for backing me up on all the dumb mistakes I made typing those scripts. He trained me, taught me to be an on-time writer with integrity, and he never once tried to touch my job earning boobies. He did, however, take me out for beer once on my lunch break - which was very sneaky indeed - and he taught me to laugh at myself. We&amp;#039;re friends to this day. Though he&amp;#039;s ruined my ability to ever work a corporate job ever again. Apparently beer at 12PM and sleeping through tapings don&amp;#039;t happen in real life. &amp;quot;Sorry, boss, I am going to take a little siesta while the stocks fall. I&amp;#039;ll see ya in, say, 3 hours? Good luck with that spreadsheet. Kisses!&amp;quot; Um... not so much.) During my Cooper days I worked at the old section of Warner Brothers - studios that were once dressing rooms. After work one night, I got stopped in the parking lot by the very handsome Kevin Costner who was mid-production on Kevin (Oh yeah, &amp;quot;Kevin&amp;quot;... we were sooo on a first name basis - or about to be) sauntered up to my car (a very sexy and dusty purple Saturn). Award winning dialouge to follow.  Kevin: &amp;quot;Hi - mind if I ask your name?&amp;quot; Me: &amp;quot;Um... Frazer.&amp;quot; (Frazer is what they called me, and still do. Very feminine, no?) Kevin: &amp;quot;Frazer, huh? That&amp;#039;s cute.&amp;quot;  Long silence, followed by a lengthy... Me: Heee hee heeee! (Great response, no? Seriously, that would make him not think I was some dumb star struck geek, right?)  Kevin: &amp;quot;Where do you work? I&amp;#039;ve seen you around.&amp;quot;  NOTE: I&amp;#039;m proud of the following display of words. I actually used two sentences. I was on fire!  Me: &amp;quot;I work... (pointing) there.&amp;quot; I think I drooled after that. Or maybe blacked out. But I do remember the last part: Him: &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m Kevin.&amp;quot; Internal Me: &amp;quot;NO SXXT, really? &amp;quot; Instead, I responded with a smile. I proceeded to regain 1% of my composure, tell him that it was nice to meet him and made excuses to leave. Hey, perhaps he just wanted to talk? You know... get my opinion on movie titles. Maybe if we chatted longer Dances With Wolves would have been called Dancing with Donkeys. After that fateful day of nothing, he&amp;#039;d always wave to me when he was leaving his production office. I&amp;#039;d shyly wave back and head toward the boring San Fernando Valley. You see, I was young enough to have an affair with a gay man who I adored, but not old enough to sctupp a married movie star. (And, like I said, perhaps he was not interested in my cha-cha&amp;#039;s. I don&amp;#039;t want to start rumors here!)  But Do you remember this sex scene? Dude, I&amp;#039;m soooo going to write a movie like that some day. Perhaps my ex-gay boyfriend will direct it. I still love him so in a very different way. (Brandon, if you&amp;#039;re reading - hugs to you! Now stop gawking at Kevin. He was mine for a few moments and he&amp;#039;s taken now.) What movie stars do it for you and why? (And yes, it&amp;#039;s a lame question, but I love stuff like this, as boring and married as I am now!) "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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