GRAY IN L.A.

It's high time for a new post. I was just so terribly busy - with  MEN.  Probably not the way you think, or the way I hope. But men just the same. Let me simplify. I am  single  and like it that way - although, as I have written here - at times I've had an attack of the  dating bug , only to realize that interesting men my age are as rare as dog-owners who pick up their pets'  poop in Hollywood,  where I live. But  something interesting  is going on, and I can't totally put my finger on it yet. Lately I have been the center  of attention and am practically showered with glances, smiles but also occasionally with inexplicably  ardent admiration  by a variety of  very young  and very  old men .  Why me? A woman close to seventy? Am I really  that c harming and  good-looking?  Is it the clothes, maybe my hat? Don't know. So let me list my roster ...