Well, I was planning on heading to Mz. Magz today, but the green chili burrito I ate for a late lunch yesterday had other plans for me. I'll spare you the details, but let's just say I think I'd better sit tight for the remainder of the day--very
Last night I went out, for the first time in months, to hear a local band that I used to play guitar/sing with (www.waybackmachineband.com). They now have a really cool thing going on, which is that the 3-4 person core invites "special guests" to play gigs with them, so the sound differs according to the guests. They have a huge repetoire of cover songs in a bunch of genres, so it can be very acoustic or very rockin', depending. Last night they had a hot young piano player--I'm serious, this guy is going to go places--plus one of Tucson's old fixture honky-tonk singer/guitarists, and a pedal steel guitar player as well. It was a big crowd both onstage and off, and I had a good time nursing a margarita (on the rocks, with salt) and dancing when so moved.
Our little community of yayhoos is very dance-enthused, so there's never any problem with needing a partner to hit the floor, or of dancing with only *one* partner for that matter. It's more like socializing while jumping around--snaking around the other jiggling bodies and making small talk at the top of your lungs and in time with the beat.
I was there for a couple of hours and then just as easy I was in my car driving home. I like travelling solo and travelling light with just the one car key and enough cash for the evening folded into my rear pocket. When it's time to go, I don't hang around trying to talk myself out of it.
But, but, BUT.
I saw the object of my last (quite unrequited) crush with his new tiny girlfriend and it made me swallow hard a couple of times. And I mean really tiny, like even with heels she came up to about his shirt pocket, and he's not a big guy. What is it about small women? Can any of you guys please sound off on this? I don't have anything against them per se
, but really, besides the obvious "I can protect you" BS, is there some kind of subterranean Lolita current running through the collective male unconscious? Or maybe it's a dominance thing? And I know I'm being overly general and unfair about this. It's not like there is any one thing that every single male of the species could agree on--at least I HOPE there isn't.
I can't think of the appropriate mirror for me either. I guess I appreciate a man who is big enough to give me a good wrestle (if I require one, hehe), but at the same time I've found a lot of big strong guys don't have big strong brains to match. Boy, that sounded bad....OK, starting over, what I'm trying to say is that I've always been a *healthy* gal with *big bones,* one of the 3 tallest students in 6th grade, etc. (Dad was 6'4", so sue me.) So following the usual cultural directive to find a bigger stronger more macho partner meant that I teamed up with several Neanderthals before I got a little smarter about coupling. (However, I've never gotten actually *smart* about it, just less dumb, to the point where singledom sounds more better than coupledom for the time being.) And at this point in my life I don't take it too personally, but have a certain abject curiousity about the subject. I'm sure she has a winning personality, and all this blather just goes to show that yes, I am taking it a little personally, and I wish I'd stop. Crushes are just a bummer for the most part. But I sometimes miss feeling giddy in the heart region. And I miss kissing. And I ain't getting any tinier with age, LOL!
Argh, enough. Ciao for now!