From the first time I saw you, on the screen, you aroused me, and still do. Love the beard with the grey – the maturity and appeal – it’s scotch bonnet hot – you that is!
I am sitting in my office recovering from knee replacement and just finished watching you in Secret Obsession and have been a fan since I first saw you in Love Field — confident, defiant, riveting.
You have aged sturdy like a mahogany tree, a solid welcome, a come lean on me girl, I’m here.
When I lived in Oakland, Ca, after my divorce, and I learned you were from San Mateo, and that you were divorced, I said to myself I should marry that man –you of course, all 6’ 5” and to my 4’ 10” –I don’t know how well we would waltz together, but I am sure we would have fun. I don’t even know if you love dancing. Just so you know I love to dance and laugh out loud, unapologetic.
I am inviting you to come to Jamaica and look for me; we’ll have lunch, hang out on the beach, talk, so I could get to know you. ( This is not a Stella Got her Groove back kind of thing. I have never lost my groove, and I suspect neither have you). I have this feeling that you might be the type of man friend I would enjoy having/have been seeking. Who knows, if you are not involved, we could be lovers? I suspect with those wonderful lips of yours you are a good kisser.
So often we think about people, but we never share our thoughts, our good thoughts –did I say you are a talented actor—about them. I am a fan, but this is not a fan letter. This is just to say at this stage in my life I feel free to say what I feel/think publicly, but perhaps I always have as a writer, but too there has always been a sense of censorship – if I say this publicly folks are going to say that Opal is crazy, rather than brave or open, or an exploring woman casting her net in the dazzle of the afternoon sun making diamond with the water.
Anyway, here’s to you Dennis Haysbert, and happy to see you back on screen, not just for All State. Just in case our paths don’t cross soon, I think it is important that you know how I have been undressing you, and cheering you on in your career and imagining what my hands would feel like clasps in yours.
P.S. Also, I envisioned you playing Desmond Burton, the character in my novel, It Begins With Tears…Despite the title, it is a triumphant story about community and love and fear and jealousy, identity and belonging. You see we have business to discuss.