Mr. Obvious

Anderson Cooper is gay, the sky is blue and the grass is green. Tell me something I don’t know. I can understand why Anderson needed to come out of the closet. You go gurl! I’m sure there is one person somewhere in the world that didn’t know. I loved Anderson before he was Anderson. I was pregnant with my oldest son when he was anchoring the “so damn early nobody should be awake” morning news at ABC. We are talking 12 years ago! I would wake up, like clockwork, at 3:00 a.m. starving. Honey, I invented the 4th meal. I stuffed my face while watching that silver haired beauty talk about civil unrest and flooding. Oh, and that giggle. That giggle gave me goosebumps. Obviously, he didn’t giggle about civil unrest or flooding. He is a professional. I was in love. I didn’t realize until after giving birth that Anderson would never love me back. Thank the Lord! I don’t think I could’ve taken the rejection. It was bad enough I had what looked like a port whine stain on my cheek (that makeup wouldn’t cover. It disappeared after delivery) and enough cottage cheese on my thighs to feed a small village. Plus, my hormones were all wackity wack. I have since come to terms with Anderson’s sexuality, but for the love of God don’t tell me Ryan Seacrest is a homosexual. He isn’t, right?

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