WHILE Michael was in England and I was in Hollywood, he painted a portrait of me from a photo- graph. The picture hangs in our baby's room, and I love it. Now I shall paint a word-portrait of him:
"He is six-foot-one in height; he weighs around 165 pounds. His eyes are blue, an aqua-blue, my favorite color; his hair is brown with a little gray in it-let's call it salt-and-pepper. He's very muscular; I don't mean muscle-bound, but strong and lithe.
He has the world's most marvelous disposition. I must be a very trying person to live with, at times, but Michael never lets me feel that I am. I never flare out at people, but once I let fly at Michael. That was when I came home completely exhausted, knowing we both still had all our packing to do for our trip to England, a thousand nagging errands, and 36 hours before our plane took off. There was Michael in his bathing suit, lying quietly beside the pool.
"Oh, Michael-with all we have to do!" I reproached him. That angel-man gave me a sympathetic smile, jumped up, kissed me and agreed with everything I said so heartily that I found myself laughing.
As to clothes, he's the casual type. He loves bluejeans, sports shirts that hang outside, sports jackets, slacks. He hates to put on a dinner jacket, a dress shirt and a black tie. I tell him it's no more trouble to put on a dress shirt than any other kind, and what's so terrible about a dinner jacket? But it's a mental thing with Michael. He thinks he can't tie a bow tie, and that formal clothes are uncomfortable. But when I ask him to, the darling struggles into them, even if he doesn't like it.
Naturally, I dress for Michael. He never goes with me to shop; it wouldn't interest him and he'd be embar- rassed; but if I am uncertain whether or not he'll like a dress, I send it home on approval and show it to him. If he doesn't like it, he says so, honestly, and I return it, because, after all, he is the man I wish to please. But if I am really mad for a dress and he says "No," he'll see that I'm disappointed. "Keep it if you like," he'll say, "you are the one who has to wear it." If I keep it, I never put it on when I'm with him.
The first time I saw Michael, I was working with Robert Taylor in a picture we made in England. Michael was doing a film on the same lot. I thought him divine and chased him all over the studio.
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