I realize that to be in the presence of an international star of stage, screen, and radio can be intimidating. I don’t think it’s arrogant to acknowledge that I have a certain quality—call it an aura, call it a vibe, call it “It”—that puts people off their game. Disarms them. Always has. Bound to. God blesses you with talent, looks, sexual prowess, voice of an angel, brains of an Einstein, instincts of a jaguar, and believe you me, boychik, people notice. Is it a burden? Sometimes. Is it worth it? Bet your ass.
Which is why when people—I don’t like the word “fans”—get nervous or awkward around me, I tend to be lenient. And no, not simply because the alternative prolongs the encounter. I believe allowing people to tell you how much they love you is part of the package…