Play Me A Song

Person Playing Guitar

Musicians.  Such beautiful creatures.  Before I married my ex-husband, I had a string of guitar playing, long haired boyfriends.  Those were the most intense, yet volatile, relationships I have ever had.  I loved them; I hated them, but one thing was certain, I couldn’t get enough of them.   I wish, that,  I knew what I know now; when I was younger — I wouldn’t have changed a thing. Can you see it?  The devilish grin that just flashed across my face.  Naughty girl; naughty, naughty girl.

I had all forgotten about my  lustful musician following years… I repeat “had” forgotten.


He walked up to the stage and grabbed his guitar.  I saw him from across the yard, just as I was reaching into the ice bucket for another beer.

“Hello, my name is Dave.”  

I swear the earth’s rotation stops dead in it’s tracks.  I turn towards the sound of his voice and crack open my beer.

He clears his throat and begins to play.  Strum, strum, strumming his acoustic…his lips part…. and I, fall in love.  He had me in the palm of his hand; there was nothing, not even my bladder, that could tear me away from his voice.  I grabbed my chair from the other tent and placed it 8ft from where he was playing.  My love grew stronger with every song he sang.

I spotted the host of the party and rushed over to question him about the entertainment.

Me: “So, great party.  Thanks for inviting me; the food was delicious. Is Dave single?”

Host: “Oh you are so welcome, and thanks for coming.  No, he’s got a girlfriend.”

Me: “And how’s that going?”

Host: “Haha, well it’s been going on for about a year, but I can let you know if things don’t work out.”

Me: “Geez, thanks.”

   To Be Continued……..

Today — I Facebooked stalked him and followed his band page 🙂  Before you say “stalker,” hear me out.  Now, I get that he does not know my name, and yes, he has a girlfriend.  True, I might be rushing things a bit, but we are in love.  Sure, he is not aware of the love we share, but no relationship is perfect.

Before I get myself into trouble, I’m going to stop the story here.  I’m leaving the clouds and my fantasies behind (for now).   Work is calling my name, and so is reality.  Buzz kills.  I hope you all enjoyed your weekend; I can’t wait to catch up on your posts.






7 Comments Add yours

  1. I too once had a thing for musicians. I had a four year relationship with a guitarist, who was one of the best relationships I ever had… He was (and still is) kind, respectful loving, and reliable. In the end, we just didn’t want the same things out of life. Him: to be in a band, on the road, up till all hours… Me: the white picket fence and the 9-5 job, travel that isn’t just about slumming it in a van on the way to the next show. I wish we could have reconciled the love we had with the lives we wanted. One of the great tragedies in life. Can’t wait to hear how it turned out with your Dave.


    1. Smartygirl41 says:

      They are great men for sure. Unfortunately, mr Dave is taken — I will have him only in my dreams ;)-

      Liked by 1 person

  2. SeekingGod2 says:

    Us non-musicians can’t even hope to compete with a Dave

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Smartygirl41 says:

      Oh come on now, everyone knows the superheroes get the ladies

      Liked by 1 person

      1. SeekingGod2 says:

        That has to be the bestest comment you’ve ever made! I literally love you for being so kind!

        Liked by 1 person

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