And There She Was -- A Call to the Those Who Need To Work It
My friends and I were at a jazz joint downtown this last weekend. This place was a literal hole in the wall. A hole in the wall with a warm cozy environment, candles on the tables, cheap drinks and nachos, broken down old couches and the best live jazz I have heard in years. You wouldn't know what you were getting into until you walked in the door and paid ten bucks. Sure the outside declared that it was a jazz club, but who reads signs in a crappy neighborhood? Makes me hopeful for more hidden treasures throughout this capital city I live in.
It was our last night to hang out before the new year really took off. Kermit was heading back to New York, Moses' school called to him from across the country, and Logan and I both had work the following Monday. Kermit was sitting on a wooden chair in front of me his legs stretched out and his thin fingers curled around a Sam Adams beer. Moses sat on the couch next to me, hunched forward in his attentive yet relaxed metrosexual style. Logan sat across from me on the couch, resplendent in his pink button-up shirt, the only straight man east of Mississippi who could pull off such a daring fashion move.
I meanwhile, enjoined in the conversation, let my eyes flitter up for a moment and that's when I saw her. Now I want to make clear early that I am a man already in a relationship, one I am very happy to be in and have no desire to remove myself from it. But what I saw across the room made my eyes grow wide in surprise.
Sitting at a table for two was a party of one, a young lady in a brown leather jacket and white shirt, short black curly hair pushed back from her face and eyes that would knock a man over. Thin yet sensuous lips, a color of life in her ebony-colored cheeks, she sipped at a drink and looked straight ahead at the band on the stage. The closest I've ever seen to someone looking like her was Selena on the film 28 Days Later. But even Selena couldn't keep it together like this girl could.
At first I believed that whoever she was with had gone to get a drink or was in the bathroom or doing something equally ridiculous that would keep him away from this nubian beauty. But as the hour passed and no one came to join her, my amazement grew. Then as mysteriously as she appeared, she was gone. I didn't see her get up and leave. She was simply gone. Could she have been a streak in my imagination? I could have well believed it but when I mentioned her existence to Logan, who was facing her most of the night (tho from a distance), his words and sentiments echoed my own.
Who was this woman, and why was she alone? If she had been with the band, why was she sitting in the back, and left two hours before the end of the performance? Had some idiot stood her up? Or had she simply come to enjoy the jazz music and participate in the passion of being alone?
Whatever the case, this entry goes out as a call to men everywhere. A woman so beautiful has no business being alone (unless of course that was her desire). Somebody out there, somebodies undoubtedly, are failing miserably if this creature has to spend a Saturday night alone. Now as I am involved with a breathless beauty who completes my life and happily so, an attempt to change her life will not come from me. However, to those single men out there who are whining about not finding the right woman, my answer is you need to get off your rears and find this woman and others like her. They aren't going to wait around forever.
It was our last night to hang out before the new year really took off. Kermit was heading back to New York, Moses' school called to him from across the country, and Logan and I both had work the following Monday. Kermit was sitting on a wooden chair in front of me his legs stretched out and his thin fingers curled around a Sam Adams beer. Moses sat on the couch next to me, hunched forward in his attentive yet relaxed metrosexual style. Logan sat across from me on the couch, resplendent in his pink button-up shirt, the only straight man east of Mississippi who could pull off such a daring fashion move.
I meanwhile, enjoined in the conversation, let my eyes flitter up for a moment and that's when I saw her. Now I want to make clear early that I am a man already in a relationship, one I am very happy to be in and have no desire to remove myself from it. But what I saw across the room made my eyes grow wide in surprise.
Sitting at a table for two was a party of one, a young lady in a brown leather jacket and white shirt, short black curly hair pushed back from her face and eyes that would knock a man over. Thin yet sensuous lips, a color of life in her ebony-colored cheeks, she sipped at a drink and looked straight ahead at the band on the stage. The closest I've ever seen to someone looking like her was Selena on the film 28 Days Later. But even Selena couldn't keep it together like this girl could.
At first I believed that whoever she was with had gone to get a drink or was in the bathroom or doing something equally ridiculous that would keep him away from this nubian beauty. But as the hour passed and no one came to join her, my amazement grew. Then as mysteriously as she appeared, she was gone. I didn't see her get up and leave. She was simply gone. Could she have been a streak in my imagination? I could have well believed it but when I mentioned her existence to Logan, who was facing her most of the night (tho from a distance), his words and sentiments echoed my own.
Who was this woman, and why was she alone? If she had been with the band, why was she sitting in the back, and left two hours before the end of the performance? Had some idiot stood her up? Or had she simply come to enjoy the jazz music and participate in the passion of being alone?
Whatever the case, this entry goes out as a call to men everywhere. A woman so beautiful has no business being alone (unless of course that was her desire). Somebody out there, somebodies undoubtedly, are failing miserably if this creature has to spend a Saturday night alone. Now as I am involved with a breathless beauty who completes my life and happily so, an attempt to change her life will not come from me. However, to those single men out there who are whining about not finding the right woman, my answer is you need to get off your rears and find this woman and others like her. They aren't going to wait around forever.
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