“Olivia Wilde is so sexy she makes me want to
strangle a mountain ox with my bare hands.”
–Megan Fox

So. Megan Fox is bisexual. Have you heard? Apparently so is Lady Gaga, who explains that her hit song, Poker Face, which is lyrically about sex and gambling, is actually about fantasizing about being with a woman while having sex with a man. “She’s got me like nobody.” Rounding out the recent revelations, comes Fergie, of the Black Eyed Peas, who admits, “Put it this way, I’ve experimented, definitely, but I have never had a steady girlfriend.”

So, when I found myself seated in front of Megan Fox on a recent flight to New Orleans, I was thrilled.  Hey, we have something in common, you and me. No, not a desire to commit bloodshed upon the unsuspecting wild animal, but I too have certainly had my experiences....

I just never knew there was a prize for being bisexual, or I would’ve announced it to the press much sooner because, sadly, now as a writer in my 40s, with a child, wrinkles, and a startling case of the body droop and the eye squint, I suspect I’ve probably missed the bulk of Bisexual Swag that could come my way. And hey, I forgot to become a movie star or rock star, so there’s that, too.

Nonetheless, I set out to conquer the Fox, who is, by all accounts, more than half my age. I had no intention of sexing up Megan, but I had every intention to get her to shut the hell up and hang up her cell phone. We were long past the “please turn off your electronic devices” portion of our flight, but Megan felt it was important that she loudly continue her conversation with her agent/manager, despite whatever government regulations are in place.

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Yes, it’s dirty, smells like dog shit, and spotting celebs is like shooting paparazzi in a barrel, but my love affair with Runyon Canyon never dies. I’ve fallen in love, fallen out of love, interrupted a porno shoot, and been pushed down the hill by unseen forces, which left me skidding down the mountain like a kid on a water slide—and still, when I leave LA, it’s one of the first things I miss. Why?

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(Note:  after the sad farewell to johnny, this is a whole new tone into the comedic and saucy. so beware!)