Wherefore the hot babes with the fat ugly guys? 

He was reminded of the Russian beauty on the beach in Waikiki a few years ago who sported with an old slum. She had that eastern European thing that TGA has only seen in film, something bold in the lines of the face–forward, yet comely, eyes that could light a candle. He, however, possessed that middle-aged western paunch, easily recognizable–as rare as oxygen. TGA figured it was a mob thing, if for no other reason than that he couldn’t fathom her presence within this old guy’s orbit, unless of course fat-man was hung like a bear. In that case, all bets cancelled. 

At the beach today he was equally entranced by the the Hollywood-esque Cameron Diaz look-alike who frolicked with the earthy Jon Polito clone. You know, the guy from Miller’s Crossing and Homicide. 

Look, I’m not against love. Who’s to question the workings of the heart, or of the loins? But still.