One of the local network affiliates here in Austin recently hired a preposterously attractive woman to anchor its early and late evening newscasts. She's very sweet and bubbly and good God Almighty how I'd like to ---but the point is that she is very obviously flirting with the weather man.
Now, this gentleman is one of the pillars of the local media community and is one of those people I enjoy having around when the weather turns ugly. He's a reassuring presence in times like those. He is also, in my opinion, gay. I don't know whether he's in or out, but no one I know doesn't think he's gay. It doesn't matter a whit to me, of course, but the thing of it is that this delicious young woman is just lavishing all this attention and laying compliments on him and it's the absolute best thing on television. Ha, ha! Y'all have got to check it out. She can turn him a dozen shades of red and novacaine his tongue with a glance.
Anyway, I've been laughing my ass off about it lately because I think it would be great if crusty old Texas farmer-and-wife types got in touch with her and asked, "Honey, are you tryin' to turn our weatherboy straight?" As though she were treading on some unfriendly ground with her vampish ways. I just love it. Does she not know? It's a hoot.