I met J in my 20s resulting in a scandalous, still referred to love affair living with someone who was best friends with his brother I knew as well. He actually lived in our house.
It was how we met, proving once again…
when hormones are raging and conscience has no say, all bets are off.
I was young and lusty with big appetites from sex to shoes. When my circuits went, I never looked right or left, but headed straight, my eye dead center.
J was the handsomest fella I had ever seen, permanently tan with eyes so dark they blinked black along with soft chest hair, something back then that threw me into a carnal tailspin. All the men I knew previously had chicken bellies, bare and beige belying their brandished manhood. He was another animal alright, one who also had no sexual edit.
We were perfect for one another since up till then, we had no idea what we were missing embarking on an affair that’s still legendary to those who witnessed it, especially the guy I lived with I’ve miraculously stayed friends with.
It ended, naturally, as something that hot tends to do since it has nowhere to go. Imagine trying to put the pop back in champagne.
But it’s hard not to remember something so pure, like nitrogen gas, that caused such an echoed explosion.
As for me, if you ever told me that wild, little girl would have turned into this introverted, isolated writer I would have laughed in your face. I could barely write my name back then being too busy sexing around having no regrets.
Taking after her mother, she was a force who embraced life looking for love perhaps as the song suggests, in all the wrong places, not feeling that way at the time life being one big candy store.
All those moments of lascivious ardor laced with lust and indifference to whatever anyone else thought, keep me company as I lay alone so many years later not afraid to write them down.
It’s what fuels my art, and for that, I’m grateful.