Yesterday a friend and I had a meeting in the Valley. I arrived before he did, so I decided to sit outside and wait since it was such a beautiful day. As I sat in the sun, I saw a women chatting with a gentleman a few feet away. I thought I recognized her, but was not sure.
I saw my friend approaching, so I got up and walked toward him. As I passed the woman, I got a good look and realized I was looking at Sarah Palin. I hugged my friend and we turned to walk into the building. I then stopped, turned around, and walked back toward her.
Let me begin by saying that Sarah Palin is beautiful. Not just pretty, but beautiful. She has great hair, fabulous teeth, magnificent skin and a killer body. She is tiny, feminine and stunning. She is very approachable, so I decided to introduce myself, and say hello.
She was standing there with Mark Burnett, who I think is fabulous. We all know I am a reality television junkie, and think he is King, but I was so blown away by how much fun she was to talk to that I barely said hello to a man who I think totally rocks. Note to self for next time: Never give up an opportunity to talk to Mark Burnett.
To clarify, I don’t agree with Palin's politics. We are polar opposites in terms of our political and religious views.
That said, her politics and beliefs have nothing to do with my blog. This is America and she can believe what she wants, as can everyone else, myself included.
I approached her because I like her as a woman. We are both ballsy ladies, and both mothers.
I introduced myself and told her that I thought she was entertaining on "The Tonight Show With Jay Leno" the night before. I don’t actually watch Leno, and never will again, but I had seen a ton of clips online. Sidebar: Jay Leno is a baby, and a putz, and I hope Conan has sweet success and revenge.
So anyway, I told her that I think she is a hoot, and while we are very different in our political views, I think she is a great broad, and I would enjoy hanging out with her. I love her as a woman, which is hard for people who feel strongly about her politics to understand.
She asked me what my name was, what I did for a living, what my deal was in general. I told her about my kid, my blog and my search for love. She asked for the link to my blog so she could read it, and mentioned that her sister was also in her 40s, single and looking for love.
We spoke about how hard it is to be single, and she could relate because her sister is in the same boat. I wonder what is harder to do: Find a nice Jewish guy who isn't looking for a Barbie in Los Angeles, or find a nice guy in Wasilla, Alaska, where everyone knows everyone? Both are small pools, but I think my chances are slimmer.
