There’s something about the rain that makes me feel worn out and lonely. Waking up to the sound of it on my fire escape – well, it’s just no way to begin my day. I’d already had too much coffee and it wasn’t quite 9AM, and I was dragging myself to work with that heavy feeling around my head, alone and lonely in a city of millions. A rusty penny, unlucky side up.
Then a song came on and I smiled.
A knee-jerk reaction, I grabbed for my phone and pressed the button for a number I hadn’t called in a long, long time. But it was too early for him. I left a message.
“Hi. You said to call if I ever needed anything. And I need to be taken dancing. Actually, I need to be spun and twirled and told I’m the prettiest little thing this side of the Mississip’. At least twice. With feeling. I need tight jeans and sawdust and Southern Comfort with lime. If you could make that happen, I just might make it through today.â€ù
Then I click-clacked up Fifth Avenue to finish starting my day.
I convinced myself, minute by minute, and then hour by hour, to forget the message. But never really forgetting. So when my phone buzzed, a text message light in the window late this afternoon I smiled again.
I expect a different kind of heavy feeling around my head tomorrow.
really, marriage can be this exciting and fun if both parties could remember communicate just this way. often.
perfect post.
And yet you always turn down my many lambada invitations. I’ll never understand.
what was the song?
That sounds like a lovely evening. I hope the tight jeans were going to be worn by him. Nothing beats a cowboy in tight Levis, in my experience.
i’m hoping it was with who i imagine you’d called.
amazing.
Real cowboys don’t wear levis
I really enjoy reading your blog.
tight wranglers, real boots and bless my soul, a cowboy hat,,,,a Texas tradition
great post
ahhh…at least you had the nerve to call in the first place…hope you had an awesome time & that you are recovering from the Southern Comfort…as for the jeans…I hope they hugged you just the way you wanted them to…your friend…in my book he rocks…
can’t wait to hear how much of a good time you had…
Raz,what the heck are you talking about?? Or whom, I guess I should say.
So? How was it?
Sounds like a good night out… needed after a rainy gross day!
Can’t wait to hear the details!
That sounds like a WONDERFUL night! But what I’m left wondering is, where in the middle of this great city can you find sawdust and space enough to be twirled into a Texas two-steppin’ good time?
(From This Fish: Brooklyn! Among other places.)
Great idea! I think that’s what I’ve been needing, too. I’ll have my real live cowboy take me dancing this weekend. The boy really knows how to fill out his Wranglers. And we need to work on our waltz anyway! Hope you had a great time!
This particular entry hung with me and took me back to the 80′s and Austin. When I think wranglers, boots and dancing I think of Joe Ely. Check out some of his tunes on Itunes. Honky Tonk Masquerade, The Road Goes on Forever But the Party Never Ends, Cool Rockin’ Loretta, Musta Notta Gotta Alot Sleep Last Night! Longnecks and long kisses,,,umm.
Hope you had fun
That sounds very romantic. I imagine the only way it could be more perfect would be if you made out in The General Lee or an El Camino or something, then a grizzly old Uncle-Jessy looking dude caught you and tapped on the guys car window with a shot-gun with a menacing, “Don’t you be fixin’ to sleep with my grand-niece” sort of look in his eyes. But then Brooklyn would be the new Kentucky, and that’s just too perfect of a world to exsist so I won’t waste time dreaming about it. I live by a creed, actually, two creeds. The first is “Ass, gas, or grass. Noone rides for free.” but the second is, “The more Kentucky, the better” I sure you add a very sassy, sexy shade of red to redneck
Sounds like a perfect night.
yee haw!
One of my favorite sayings is “It’s good to know people.” You’re lucky (and he is too) to know someone that fits every little mood you’re having.
My other favorite saying is “Just because you can doesn’t mean you should” but that didn’t exactly apply.
From one Texan to another, yee haw!
For a moment I was taken back to another time and place. Blackie’s in Springfield, Virginia right outside of Washington, DC. All of my friends were military, mostly Marines.
Saturday nights you could find them out of uniform, slipped into a pair snug Wranglers, with cowboy hats set just right and cowboy boots shined. It was on those nights that I learned just how well a Marine could two-step, order a girl the perfect drink, and manage to romance her in just the right way.
Thank you for once again taking me on a trip down my own memory lane. I can’t wait to find out what song it was that made you call him or how the night ended up.
Love,
The Butterfly Temptress
I love this. I really do. You make me re-believe in romance.
The skinny jeans are magic.
Who?? Who? Who? WHO??
Um…I hate to sound dense…but is there really *that* much of a dearth of romance out there that an admittedly “Aw…” incident should cause -presumably- women to sigh and hope for some to come *their* way? Is it really that bad?
This being asked by a single, romantic male who just wants to meet his wife. At last.
I swooned just reading that, how truly magical and fabulous
Totally jealous! Can’t wait to hear more…
Wow, as I am writing this you should be about an hour into your date. Hope your having a good time
I feel the walk of shame coming on…
Where in Brooklyn? My first guess would be Rodeo Bar. Where the hell else?
Fish! Are you alive?
We havent heard anything from you for two days…Anyway,the post is great..Thanks
to answer probitionate, sadly the answer is yes.
“Is it really that bad?”
Yes.
Yes, it really is that bad. I’m out here in OKC, and there doesn’t seem to be any single romantic men.
OK, if it’s that ‘bad’…does anyone have any suggestions as to how the situation can be improved?
Women complain about the lack of romantic, single men, but how does that get factored into the whole ‘filtering’ of men for the average searching single woman? Is romance a minor check-box? Is it a trade-off? And can it be cultivated in someone who otherwise fits the bill?
Apologies for maybe asking these questions in the wrong place; being a romantic male, being told that you’re the sort of guy women want…but then not even getting to the ‘interview’ stage is…well, bewildering at the very least.
Sounds like you need a blog, Probitionate.
Also, anyone clued in to the fact that all the “romance” was MY creation? All he did was go along with my plan. I fail to see how that makes him such a Romeo! Not that I’m being ungrateful.
Next time you venture to Brooklyn, give me a hoot n’ holler. Soon I may call it home.
Fish: You’re right. : )
And great point about the fact that *you* initiated things. Just goes to show you how strong the inclination is to want to hear about/believe in romantic interludes happening.
Well, he said yes. Sounds pretty good to me.
Rain always makes me want to snuggle and tell stories. Sigh.
“All he did was go along with my plan. I fail to see how that makes him such a Romeo!”
Because he actually DID go along with your plan – you’d be surprised at how many guys would say, “you want WHAT? I don’t dance….,” assuming they responded at all. Here, the usual response to such a message would be silence, followed by, um, more silence.
On the off chance that one inadvertently ran into the callee, the response on a face-to-face would be “oh, hi,” followed by (you guessed it!) more silence.
I want to move to New York.