I was riding home the other night and this story came barreling into my consciousness without warning. I’ve got no idea where it came from or why, but days later this woman refuses to leave my brain and no, we’re not talking Kubla Khan meets the Penthouse Forum. This is a bit stranger than my usual thoughts on a trip home.
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I don’t know when or how I met her, exactly. I mean, one moment she wasn’t there and then she was – right there on the barstool beside me. A freshly poured pint had been the focus of my attention. It was that kind of day. I never even saw her enter the bar and suddenly this beautiful woman was bumping hip-first into me. The bar wasn’t even all that crowded. She could easily have found a seat with the hipster crowd impressing the hell out each other down toward the back room. Before I could think about it, her hand was in front of me. “Jaleeza – nice to meet you.” Just like that, “Jaleeza.” Seriously? Wow! Nice hand, too.
I couldn’t peg the accent, but man, what a great voice. I don’t know why but it made me think of my first girlfriend’s voice and y’know, that first time - when I was young enough to think it would be forever and I kind of wished her name was “Wendy” or “Terry” or “Sandy” or any of a hundred other of those girls with “y” names who always end up in Springsteen songs. I quickly apologized to my Guinness and put my attention where it belonged. Someone I’d just met but known forever…you know what I mean? Barely a “hello” and I’m gasping for air like a total goon.
Don't know where this one is going,
Otto
Tunes of the Day: Jeff Bridges - "Crazy Heart" (soundtrack)
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