It was as great as I knew it would be

Get outta my dreams, Simon Templar, get into my car

Or let me get into your sporty Volvo instead.

At last (sound Etta James singing song of same title here), Netflix got its mind right and sent me the first disc of The Saint. And it was everything I knew it would be. Roger Moore is beautiful, just beautiful. Handsome, funny, charming, suave. Sigh. I told a friend of mine I need to write a personals ad called "Desperately Seeking Roger Moore." It was one of those jokes that's partly in jest and partly serious. I have such a thing for confident men because it seems there are so few of them to go around anymore. Oh sure, there are cocky bastards who are arrogant without justification. That I cannot stand. Idiot men who think their shit doesn't stink. Peddle that opinion somewhere else, pally, I care not for it. But when a man is confident (rather than arrogant), dashing, suave, and smart . . . oh Lord. It hits all the right notes. In the words of Lester Long, I can't wait to start dreamin' tonight.

Hey, hey, you, you. Get into my car!