Oh, Kaleb ....

No, I have never line danced. But I used to have a fringe jacket just like that one. And I kind of dated a man who looked (and probably tasted) just like the guy in the cap. Oh yeah. I like them a little rough around the edges. I have never shied away from rough trade. Have you met me?

So yeah, there was this guy I met one night many, many years ago when I was out with some friends and who looked just like the guy in the cap. He was a little rough around the edges, which I really really liked (still do, TBH), had a very nice body and a great smile. He had legs for days and big hands. I was interested from the jump. That night we chit chatted for awhile, trying to hear each other over the very loud music and huddling together with the excuse to hear each other better. He was magnetic, really. He had one of those direct stares that seems to both undress you and at the same time look into your soul. I ended up going home with him that night and we became an item for about six months. I was easy back then. 

He was doing an apprenticeship in a marketing firm and loved motocross. He had a motorcycle and he took me everywhere in it. He got me my own helmet because he did go fast and told me I needed one. I held on to him for dear life when we rode that motorcycle. His shoulders were so wide and he was so tall I could not see the road ahead when we were flashing along the speedway. It was exhilarating. He was also one of the best kissers I have known (and I've been kissed by Huntley, mind you!). That man had a technique that I called the water drip: he would start kissing the corners of my mouth and would proceed until I was literal putty in his hands. And those hands! Dear lord.

With him I learned to roll blunts and put them in an empty Marlboro box. He did like his marijuana. We would lay down and he'd smoke some pot and I'd read my books and we'd talk for hours. Then he'd roll over and would start to kiss me and I was lost to the world.

It didn't last a whole year, though. He was transferred to another company and got more responsibilities and suddenly had to grow up. He changed the motorcycle for a mini-cooper and started wearing a tie. He looked fantastic. I have no idea whatsoever what ever happened to him after we stopped seeing each other. I started concentrating on what I would do after college and stopped hanging out at clubs as often. I guess I grew up a little too. He was fantastic, though. I still remember those hands and those lips...

And all this because of a music video. Honey, I need help.

XOXO

P.S. I would live in that little trailer for a whole summer if that guy were to stay there with me...