Since I will not be in Cobourg this Sunday (going to Toronto for my granddaughter's fifth birthday), I thought I check out my favourite local joint's Wednesday night band.
I loved the lead guitarist's voice. It was deep, husky, a cross between Isaac Hayes and James Brown! Very unusual for a white man. During the first break, looking into his blue eyes, I complimented him on his voice, he gave me his CD, I bought him a beer. During the second break, while sipping on my fourth glass of bubbly, I listened to him telling me that I was beautiful. I said he had a sexy voice. He gave me his card, said that he finds me interesting, would like to see me again.
I left before the third set was over, right after he publicly dedicated a song to me!
At nine-thirty, walking home on a deserted boardwalk (off balance, I might add), swinging in the air my steak dinner to-go, I had an epiphany; maturity and fear are two sides of the same damn coin!
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