Dating Richard Gere

Steve Henderson, Artist, who looks to me like Richard Gere, Actor

Lately the folks at Pandora Radio, through one of their pop up windows, have been trying to set me up on a date with hot guys in the 50s, all of whom look like Richard Gere.

You’d think that, nailing my age more accurately than most of my friends, these cyber match makers would know that I already have a 50s model, who, incidentally, also looks like Richard Gere, and I’m not in the mood for a trade in.

But every morning they’re there, a roster of silver foxed studs with full heads of hair unbesmirched by baseball caps.

“Men in their 50s!”

It’s an interesting way to start the work day.

One time, still in the morning daze and the caffeine from the tea not yet kicked in, I watched the faces floating by, all 12 of them, and counted how many truly did look like Richard Gere:

Richard Gere with tortoise shell glasses.

Richard Gere with contacts.

Richard Gere with hair parted to the left.

Close of Day, by the Norwegian Artist, Steve Henderson

Richard Gere with the hint of a 5 o’clock shadow.

One hundred percent resemblance to the actor, which led me to wonder, just how many men in their 50s actually look like Richard Gere?

So I did an experiment, wandering through our village with eyes open for sightings of Richard, the real one or substitutes, and discovered that, at least in our little town, most men in their 50s do not look like Richard Gere.

There’s the hair issue, for one, or lack of it — a lot of seasoned males exhibit a gleam that does not stem from their eyes. This probably explains the preponderance of baseball caps, and while we’re talking fashion here, could I put in a vote for those 1940s style fedoras so devastatingly worn by Cary Grant and Humphrey Bogart?

The latter didn’t have much hair by the way and he looked like a frog, but that didn’t stop him from being sexy, which gives hope guys, to those of you who do not look like Richard Gere.

The Pine Grove, by the Norwegian Artist, Steve Henderson

Back to my experiment: a number of men appear to extract a major portion of their recommended daily nutritional needs from malt products, not necessarily ovaltine, and their chest muscles seem a little low.

Five o’clock shadows are way overrated, those extending to the third or fourth day not qualifying as beards or goatees, not unless you want the latter term to be applied in a non-complimentary fashion.

A clean t-shirt does not have spots, especially around the armpits.

Am I being critical? Judging good men by their physical flaws as opposed to the content of their character?

Not really, I’m just wandering the streets, comparing ordinary people to a multi-millionaire who has the time, money and incentive to keep in shape, a state of thought no different than that invoked by all women when we look at Beyonce or Gwyneth Paltrow or Julia Roberts and wonder why we have wrinkles and they don’t, or our thighs are bigger, or we look pregnant even when we’re not.

We forget that we are ordinary people, with ordinary incomes, not professional actors whose job description demands that, especially if we are female, we subsist on lettuce, endive, edamame and the occasional dry, white chicken breast, all so that we can meet a fantasy industry’s interpretation of perfect.

Forget it. Accept yourself, love your mate, look beyond the sweaty t-shirt to the person underneath and get to know him or her by their funny sense of humor, a quick response to a need, the way they look in your eyes when you talk.

That’s star quality, and we’ve all got it.

Last Light in Zion, by the Norwegian Artist


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Carolyn Henderson is the marketing manager of Steve Henderson Fine Art. She writes about life, art, and the art of life.
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7 Responses to Dating Richard Gere

  1. What a lovely post. Having seen the picture of the Norwegian Artist, who needs a squinty eyed, print model who talks! Once walking in Union Square, San Francisco, I had a similar experience. In front of me was a young (18-20) woman, over 6′, about 95 lbs, flat, with blonde hair. First thought: “Ooh, a model.” Second thought: model for what? I looked around the whole square and in the hundreds of human beings there, she was the only one that looked like that. She was not the perfect model, she was the oddity, nothing like the rest of the us. A model should be representative of the species. Who is selling us this? I really began to appreciate the rest of us then. Funny thing is, I was on the way to a modeling job! For an art class. I was 5’8″ and nearly 200 lbs. and I was a lot nearer normal=perfect, than the boyish figure walking ahead of me. We are the ones on whom they are supposed to be making the clothes look good.

    • Excellent points, Dianne. After years of just accepting that the ideal is what we’re told, people are beginning to look around them and see the size and variety available, and we’re starting to talk back. Don’t know if it will make a change in Hollywood, as that is an area insulated and cocooned within itself, but people’s new attitudes engenders a willingness to look other areas for our entertainment.

      We’ve always enjoyed British TV and cinema, because so many of their stars look like ordinary people. And since what that’s what they’re playing, it’s fitting.

  2. notquiteold says:

    Excellent! So true and well written. My husband is not good looking, but he doesn’t really need to be, does he? As for me, I’m good looking – to my husband.

  3. Jana says:

    Outstanding, thought provoking, Carolyn! If you were Beth Moore, you’d say “Oh somebody wants to say ‘Amen’!” That would be me, back here in the Amen Corner. And I love that painting Close Of Day – wow, I know that type of light and it is stunning.

  4. Susan Adcox says:

    Your hubby is easy on the eyes, but, as you say, that’s not the most important feature to most middle-aged women. I love that my husband and I can have a conversation on most any topic. Well, neither of us know anything about reality TV or paragliding, but we can carry on at length about lots of other topics. My daughter says about her marriage, “It’s not perfect, but I’m never bored.” Ditto.

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