I don’t know if it was the sounds of the Hammond B3, the martinis or the vibe of the late night jazz club or more likely, the combination of the three, but I really felt for the first time in a long time the lack of a partner, a date – a man. I was sitting here listening to my friend the lovely vocalist Kimberly Gordon at the famous late night jazz club The Green Mill. And before her entrance on her second set she lets her combo knock out a number. Her wonderful B3 player Chris (who happens to be blind) started swinging some hot soul thang and suddenly I wished that I has someone to dance with, someone to hold onto or just speak to – up close. I wanted somebody to watch over me.
I’ve been flying solo for so long that I actually preferred it when going out – no one wanting leave early, or sit somewhere far back in the movie theater (I like to sit up close). But tonight I am sitting here listening to this soul brother play this organ. He is going from “Precious Lord” to Jungle Book’s “Bare Necessities” and I really wish I was with a man.
Sigh.
Damn. I’ll get over it.
I can understand. But, to cheer yourself up, and me, I got my tickets for Friday to Harry Potter, I will be in geeky bliss, do the same.
Girl please, I am over it. I wasn’t very melancholy, just wishing I had a man at that moment and realizing I hadn’t felt that bit of longing in a loooong time- nothing major Thank God!! I was wondering if you had your ticket for H.Potter!
A woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle. Seriously, even in a really great marriage, there are times I want a man.
LMAO! You crack me up!!! I got over it. it was a momentary thing… fish… haha… bicycle… heehee
I love love love my man but it will never ever take the place of my girl friends. I lost my mama early so I have ” collected” women friends my whole life. I still don’t understand men. My women friends have saved me in more ways than men can ever imagine.
Yeah, it’s been so long since I’ve had a boyfriend that I don’t even recall life with one nor do I ever long for one in recent memory except for that one moment listening to music at the Green Mill.