What Does Whistling Past the Hottie Graveyard Mean?

What is the Hottie Graveyard? What does that mean? This is a question I am asked since my first novel, Whistling Past the Hottie Graveyard, came out 4 years ago.

While frolicking about NYC post my year 2000 divorce I was reintroduced to a pre-Facebook/iPhone world of successful single hard working/hard playing career men and woman. With the funds and the brains these “alpha” type people knew how to party, travel and live. They were incapable of taking a bad photo; either in swimsuit or formal wears. I am talking about both men and women. I am talking about smart wonderful people whose company I enjoyed because they were beautiful people in so many ways.

Jets, helicopters, yachts, limo’s, and VIP lounges were very familiar to them. But over time I noticed something, that this very vibrant life style in fact had an expiration date, and then the situation was not so pretty.

Even when the swirls of my divorce were darkest I preached, mostly at NYC bars and parties, that being marriage and having children were in fact “winning,” in life. Many listened smiled and surprising said, “I don’t ever want children.” What can you say to that? As a father of two grown girls just hearing that made me sad, but to each their

own.

Now fast-forward 7 years. I noticed many of these friends of mine lost jobs perhaps due to age discrimination, or perhaps the social drinking and recreational drug use caught up to them and taxed their job performance. Now some did find “the one” and settled down and married and they escaped the slide down into the “hottie graveyard,” but many didn’t. There they were at 4am in after hour bars looking for a trophy to take home for a companionship. This was after watching them make a series of unsuccessful booty calls for late night hook-ups.

So one springtime night as I was walking uptown on Third Ave of NYC’s upper east side and as I passed one hot spot after another I was whistling a Paul Simon tune. It was then the phrase “whistling past the hottie graveyard,” came into my mind. I decided to make that the title of my first novel to be published even though I had already created the plot details of what became my second novel, Triangle Love.

I did not write these novels to become rich and famous in my sixties, I wrote them because I am a writer and the messages of both novels surfaced with words I punched into my word processor at a rate I could never think them up. I suppose all writers and artist understand that. Keep in mind I had delivered over 2300 paid articles to be published but those were assignments.

I am proud of all my writings, but the two novels, WHISTLING PAST THE HOTTIE GRAVEYARD, and the recent one, TRIANGLE LOVE, both available on amazon.com on kindle or in book form are most pleasing because their stories flowed into my mind.