The days of how a suave, handsome man tries to get the attention of, and impress a woman have really changed: I’m still impressed by how Gable, Robert Taylor, Errol Flynn, John Wayne catch a lady’s eye by their bravery, making a great first impression, sharp commentary, daring or just plain being a gentleman. I can’t quite put the “ridiculous bulge in my pants” in the same category; it certainly doesn’t measure up to the brilliant and suave repartee on the train to Montenegro between Daniel Craig and Eva Green in James Bond’s Casino Royale. Mr. Weiner, I knew Cary Grant (at least from his movies) and Cary Grant you ain’t.
What about getting a Piece of The Rock?
I've overweight, not particularly handsome, and can barely keep up my end of a conversation. But because I'm 50 years old, have a job, and most of my teeth, I never had any trouble getting sex - when that was what I was interested in. What's wrong with these guys, politicians, weathy, living a glamorous life that they have to resort to weird stuff like this?