I just happened to be musing about hairy chests, with an old friend, when I remembered seeing the movie "Georgie Girl," as a young girl, which starred Alan Bates. There were a few scenes which featured a shirtless Bates. He was dark, and dashing, and I had a real hankering for hairy chests even as a thirteen year old whose favorite pastimes were reading "Story of O,"and her parents' marriage manuals.
Anyway, I developed such an incredible crush on Bates that I dashed off a letter to him in care of his agent telling him: "I like your hairy chest. The next time you come to New York, why don't we have dinner." Clearly, I managed to squeeze in the fact that I was only thirteen.
A few months after I sent the letter, I got a letter back on his agent's stationery. It was hilarious, and said something like "Mr. Bates was very flattered by your letter, and your kind offer to have dinner with him the next time he's in New York, but he could get arrested for going out with you." The person who wrote, and/or typed, this note must have been laughing her socks off.
I couldn't help but think then, as I do now, what a gracious, generous, and classy thing it was to even answer my letter, and wish such a sense of humor. It says a lot about Alan Bates, the man. Rest in peace, Alan Bates, and know that your hairy chest will live on forever in my memory.
Causes Jayne Stahl Supports
Free Speech, human rights, and abolition of the death penalty.