Love at 83 - Part 1

At my age, I had honestly begun to despair of ever finding love again. Where once, when I sauntered into Carlos ‘n’ Charlie’s on Sunset Blvd., lovely young women would pout and stick their breasts out as I passed, no woman I haven’t paid has seemed so much as to notice me the past 15 years. I blame the fact that my ears and nose are almost twice their o…