John Travolta...indiscreet gay flirting! Kelly Preston ignores snub at trendy diner!



John led around by end of his co**!

According to a gossip-monger at one of the Gay Tabloid Rags, John Travolta's hunger for the sexy companionship of handsome young studs has escalated to the point where he's become shockingly indiscreet in front of his dotting wife and strangers in public.

The mind-boggling tell-all alleges that - at a trendy watering hole in LA LA LAND recently - the former "Saturday Night Fever" star made a blatant pass at a male waiter under the altruistic guise of wanting to "open doors" for the kid who is apparently trying to break into the biz.

Well, on the surface, it appears that the old "casting couch" is alive and well in Hollywood!

Before exiting the chic eatery - and as his wife twiddled-her-thumbs non-plussed across-the-table - John tried to fanagle the telephone number for the up-and-coming (wrong choice of words?) actor.

"Maybe I can help you get a start in film," the aging Lothario (who hangs out in steam rooms at a local gym where he lets it all hang-out) slyly gushed in so many words.

It was pretty much a given that John's overt pass was transparent - enough so - that the other diners supping nearly nearby within earshot (and sight) were aghast.

Couldn't the star have waited 'til Kelly dashed off to the restroom - or headed to the Valet - before lusting after the dude?

In contrast, I crossed paths with a famous actor a few years ago, who exhibited a lot more class (and sensitivity towards his date's feelings) in that regard.

I was in the parking lot at the back of the Globe Theatre one night in full costume - practising my lines before I dashed on stage in Act II - when the star of one of Aaron Spelling's Night-time Soaps trotted out to his parked car with a girlfriend in tow after dining at Hugo's restaurant next door in WeHo.

When our eyes met, it was obvious we were both smitten, but the hottie just gave a wink and moved along (his gal pal none-the-wiser).

After he drove off, I fantasized a bit about what may-have-been.

Then - lo & behold - he returned out-of-the-blue a short while later alone!

"I forgot my credit card," he grinned, as he hopped out of his pricey auto and dashed into the restaurant to allegedly retrieve it.

A few moments later, when he strolled back into the lot, he made a pass right-off-the-bat.

The impromptu clinch was as thrilling (and wild) as a romantic scene in a screwball comedy feature!

Without a moment's hesitation, we hopped into the front seat of my car excitedly, and started to fool around (as best we could under the passionate circumstances).

You see - I was hindered by the fact - I was attired in stockings and lace-up-boots to the knee.

Uh-huh!

I was performing in a period piece - EDWARD III (at the Globe Theatre) - and in full costume!

And, to make matters more maddening, I was required to trot on stage in about ten minutes flat for  my first entrance of the evening.

Needless to say, it was the quickie of all time, even if I do say so myself.

Although the handsome actor (Timothy Patrick Murphy) passed away a few years ago - memories of our brief encounter - often loom large in my dusty old memories (and still make my heart go pitter-patter).

Heh, John, you need to be a little more creative, eh?

Otherwise, the tongues will be wagging all over the town - you'll be on the front page of the trashy Nataional
Enquirer - and Kelly will be filing for divorce.

And, you thought Charlie Sheen was on a slippery slope to hell!

Final parting advice?

Stop being led around by your co**, John, it may get 'ya into serious trouble one of these days.

Amen!

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Sexy cutie turned heads!

The Globe Theatre...star-crossed lovers! Curtain call...

The other day I was skimming through my resume, when I was reminded of a couple of stints I was involved in on the "boards" at the Globe Theatre in West Hollywood, where I honed my acting skills among other things.

In one of the productions (where I played a lowly messenger) I appeared on stage at the beginning of the production for about three seconds.

Then, did not make another entrance until the final act of the Shakespearean play.

So, for about an hour or so each evening, I usually twiddled my thumbs on the sidelines or rehearsed my lines in the parking lot out back ad nauseam.

How much drama can you dredge up from three simple lines, eh?

No matter.

During the course of the four week run, I managed to conjure up every conceivable nuance, all in the name of my craft and the great tradition of the Theatre!

As most residents of West Hollywood are no doubt aware, the Globe Theatre used to share a parking lot with the trendy watering hole, Hugo's.

One night, as I strutted about in the dark lot rehearsing my lines, a well-known celebrity (with date in tow) strode toward their car after a candlelit dinner at the chic little boite.

As I glanced over, the celeb must have been thrown off-guard.

For a mesmerizing second or two - our eyes locked - and pangs of desire fired up in my chest (and elsewhere!).

Sadly, the couple scrambled into the waiting vehicle and within seconds they were cruising off down the street, out of sight.

Meanwhile, I was left behind in a lurch fantasizing about what may have been!

Within minutes, I was back rehearsing my lines.

Suddenly, about ten minutes later, the Hollywood Star drove back into the parking lot, alighted from the vehicle, and shyly glanced in my direction.

Perplexed, I stared back.

For one egotistical moment, I assumed cupid returned for me!

"Forgot my credit card," the sexy thespian mumbled.

Foolish me!

After dashing inside, the TV personality strode back to their car.

I thought that was that.

But, as we stared in each other's direction, we were inexplicably drawn to each other for some strange reason.

Within seconds, we were suddenly standing face to face under the romantic starry night.

Then, found ourselves in a clinch kissing passionately.

Before I knew it, we were in the front seat of my car, going at it!

No mean feat - since I was dressed in full Elizabethan costume - with lace up boots, tights, and a nattily-designed jacket festooned with fancy doo-dads and restricting fashion flourishes here and there!

Notwithstanding, the intensity of the scenario was heightened by the fact I was due on stage in about eight minutes and my breath-taking tryst needed to get back to their date before suspicions were aroused - um - so-to-speak.

As my sexy companion drove off, I was in ninth heaven.

But, my high spirits quickly plummeted to earth when the irate strains of the stage manager's voice pierced the cool night air in search of me.

No acting required here.

The scene called for me to dash up to the King - out-of-breath - and report news of such great import that it would impact the Nation. In view of what had just transpired, and the dilemma I had just been in, I managed to pull off my moment in the spotlight "believably" for the first time on stage and without one hitch!

For a short time after that, my clandestine date and I would occasionally cross paths at A-list parties around Tinsel town. Usually, we'd just grin at each other sheepishly from across a crowded room, then go on our merry way with our dates.

Although the individual has since passed to spirit, I often recall that fated occasion when our lone ships passed in the night.

Better to have had one precious moment of passionate love in secret than none at all.

Star-crossed lovers?

You bet!