Here's the inside story on what happened when Bobby was stranded on an island with his latest love-Dore Orlando, a Las Vegas beauty!
"I never thought I'd really find my love on a desert island," said Bobby Darin with a wink and a wave that belied the serious tone in his voice, "but it actually happened!"
Friends of Bobby's and of Dore Orlando, a dancer at the Sands Hotel in Las Vegas, are abuzz with the news of his latest-and her latest--love! Will it last and become marriage? Most of Las Vegas' smart set think so. Let's go back a few weeks to see what really happened on that "desert island" between Bobby and Dore, and then decide for ourselves just how serious this love is!
Bobby flew in to Las Vegas to fill his singing engagement at the Sands. He packed them in, of course, and broke a few house records. But his back wasn't always to the gorgeous chorus line behind him. Once or twice he turned around and was startled to see among the beautiful dancers one dark-haired, blue-eyed girl who was possibly the most beautiful. He found out shortly that her name was Dore Orlando. Observers say that by the second night he was singing his love ballads to her alone.
In need of rest and relaxation one bright morning, he wandered down to the boat docks of Lake Mead, deciding he might rent a boat and see the lake. It was then he saw her--a standout girl in white blouse and shorts. The normally effusive, gregarious Bobby found himself tongue-tied in her presence. All he could think of to say was, "Hi!"
"Hi, Bobby," she answered brightly. "You a boating man?" "No, but I'm willing to learn!" he said. "Would you like to take a ride?" He was beginning to find his famed silver tongue. "If you do," said Dore, who was beginning to feel slightly shy in front of the handsome,intense Bobby.
It was settled. Drumming up enough food for a lunch, they decided on that spur of the moment to explore Lake Mead. But the date wasn't destined to get off to a rousingly great start. For one thing, Bobby had difficulty getting the motor of the boat that he had rented started. He pulled. He tugged. But all he could get out of the thing were a few weak "chugs." Dore began laughing. Bobby began to see the humor of the situation, but first decided to give Dore a taste of her own medicine.
"Would you like to try it?" he asked, and his question was a challenge to the shapely Dore. "Sure," she said with a bright smile. "Move over." She pulled the choke of the motor out a quarter-inch, yanked on the motor lanyard, and the motor roared to life, moving the boat into the water and snapping Bobby back to a hard sitting position. Now at the tiller, Dore expertly moved the boat in and around the dock traffic and out into the lake while Bobby sat watching her with open mouth.
"Well what do you know. A gal who knows something about motors," wondered Bobby. Dore was intent on getting the boat into the lake, but she couldn't help but notice the puzzled, pleased and somewhat admiring gaze bestowed on her by Bobby. Soon her glance stopped at his eyes, and she began laughing again. This completely broke up Bobby and they both continued laughing foolishly and with gay abandon. There was certainly no ice left to break between them, if there had been any from the start.
"Hey, look," said Bobby, now taking the tiller from Dore, "there are islands out here! We could find our own island and escape from the whole world together." The warm look that he got from Dore indicated to him that she didn't think it a bad idea--at least for an afternoon. They found their island on Lake Mead, swam ashore after anchoring the boat, and lay in the sun, exchanging reminiscences about their lives, about their careers, and about their ideas of what true love really means.
"To me true love means loyalty in good times and bad," said Bobby. "I really understand that part of the marriage ceremony where they say, 'for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, till death do us part,'" and as he said it he found that Dore was repeating the words along with him. For an instant it seemed as though a magic had descended on that tiny island in the middle of that lake in Las Vegas. For an instant, Bobby knew, they both felt as though they had taken part in a ceremony that was old as man.
They didn't speak then, just looked at one another. And although they had only known one another for a very short time, it was as though, somehow, they were the only man and the only woman alive in the world, the first and the last man and woman to know one another. It was one of those moments when nothing but truth-and love--exists in the world. They kissed--and at that instant knew truth and love and beauty as it is seldom found in the world. When their lips parted it seemed as though years had passed between them, and yet it had only been moments.
"Hi," said Bobby softly, caressing Dore with his eyes and his voice. "Hi," said Dore, and her voice had changed subtly, now bearing an emotion that had not been fully detected--or possibly suspected within herself--before. For another hour they looked out at the water, watching the sun settle toward the west, talking of things that lovers find to discuss, including their own ambitions, early days when they'd each dreamed of large success, and of the people they knew, the food they liked to eat, the songs they liked to hear--and to sing, plus 10,000 other things that began to create the feeling of oneness between them.
"Hey," Bobby said suddenly, "I'll bet it's getting late." "Hmmmm," said Dore, "I could stay here forever with you, Bobby." "True," said Bobby, "I feel exactly that way. But I've got to think about getting you back in time for the first show tonight."
Arms around one another's waists, they walked into the water toward the boat, then plunged into the water to swim to the boat. Once aboard, Bobby, manfully took charge of the motor. It revved up immediately. With a look of satisfaction, Bobby turned in his seat and started to steer toward home. Except for one detail. The boat wasn't moving. Bobby gave it the gas, and the motor roared, but nothing was happening! "Oh, what now!" groaned Bobby. Dore listened closely to the sound the motor was making, and then said to Bobby, "I think we lost the propeller, Bobby."
And they had. Bobby killed the motor and went over the side to find that it was true enough. They were half way across the lake with no propeller to push the boat home! It evidently had been loose and flew off when Bobby started up the motor! No amount of diving for it would reveal where it had flown to. Laughing again, the two began signaling to passing boats. Within fifteen minutes they caught the attention of a small outboard a mile or so away. "Maybe it would be more fun if we just--," Bobby began to suggest, half serious. "Oh, no!" said Dore. "You've got to sing tonight, Bobby? "Is that the only reason?" asked Bobby. "Well--" said Dore. They kissed briefly, and then the kiss caught fire and lingered. And that's how they were when Phyllis Lewis, a friend of Dore's chugged up in her motorboat to "rescue'' them from a fate they seemed to be enjoying.
From that day until the end of Bobby's stay in Las Vegas the two were inseparable. And now that Bobby is again on the road, traveling, doing TV shows, playing club and theater dates, all who know him feel that his heart is still in Las Vegas.
The two write one another constantly. Bobby, with friends, talks of no one else. And of course, Dore is counting days until they can be together again. A close friend of Bobby's says, "I really think this is it. Bobby has a fairly cool head about women, usually. But this time he's really in deep. I wouldn't be surprised if the two of them set the date within the next couple of months."
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