Drawn to the music(ian)

Steve Perry

I’ve almost dreaded writing this post in a way.  Although it’s been on my mind a lot lately, I just didn’t know what to think of it.  It seems, after much thought and consideration, that I am intrinsically drawn to musicians when it comes to dating.  What prompted me to finally post this was a friend request that I received on Facebook yesterday.  It was from Endymion.  Yes, the one and only.  Even though I haven’t seen him in a year or even spoken to him in a very long time, he evidently still remembers me.

Don’t worry.  I’m not interested in anything with him.  I’ve moved on to greener pastures.  My main point here is that after I accepted his friend request I saw that he has just graduated from a guitar building school.  That reminded me that he also is a musician.  So I started thinking back and trying to remember how many musicians I’ve dated or been out with.  Here’s my list so far.

  1. Rocker (you don’t know about him yet)
  2. O’Brother (another you don’t know about yet)
  3. Curly (and another…)
  4. Musicman
  5. Yankee Cowboy
  6. Bluegrass
  7. Bobblehead Nerd
  8. Smooth (Ok, I’ll just have to add all these guys to the book. I didn’t realize I had left out so many.)
  9. Rocketman
  10. Mountain Man
  11. Art
  12. Endymion
  13. Teacher

So, I’d have to say that for me to have never consciously made an effort to date musicians, I sure as hell do date a lot of them.  The more I think about it, the more I remember.  Luckily, after Googling “attracted to musicians“, I found out that I’m not the only woman afflicted with this problem.  Research even shows that women really are more attracted to musicians.  I really like this article that lists the “Top 5 Reasons Why You’re Attracted to Guys (and Gals) in Bands.”  It all makes sense to me now and I know that I’m not some kind of groupie freak who unknowingly seeks out musicians to date.  Whew, what a relief.


After all this thinking back and remembering and researching, I’ve come to the conclusion that even though I never thought I had a “type” physically, I definitely have a “type” musically.  So I guess it’s a good thing that Teacher is such an awesome musician, because evidently that just makes me want him even more, without even realizing it.

Also, I couldn’t end this post without reiterating my love of Willie Nelson, who as you all know, is an awesome musician.  Could this have contributed to my love of musicians?  Maybe.  If so, then they all owe Willie a debt of gratitude.  😉

Happy humping & play on!


Post St. Patty’s Day Afterglow

[Insert "big balls" joke here.]

[Insert “big balls” joke here.]

St. Patty’s Day is one of my favorite holidays because any holiday that centers around alcohol and acting like a fool is awesome.  St. Patty’s Day in New Orleans is great all by itself, but when I’m with someone who I actually enjoy spending time with, it’s even better.

Last year I was living in New Orleans and spent St. Patty’s Day with Rocketman who turned out to be a freak and a liar, but I still had a good time that night.  I drank until I passed out and a good time was had by all.  To me that equals a successful St. Patty’s celebration.

This year was a little different.  I still spent it in New Orleans, but this time I was actually with a decent guy.  We hung out, went and saw a great band at a really cool bar, and drank lots of incredibly good beer.  I was a very happy girl.  Good beer, good guy, good music.  It doesn’t get better than that.

cabbageThe guy that I went with shall forever after be called…hmmm…damn, Musicman is already taken.  Let’s call him Teacher.  He’s a music teacher, hence the name, and so far we have tons in common, can talk about anything, and the physical attraction is definitely there.

So Teacher and I had our third date Saturday, and it turned into our fourth I suppose, because I didn’t get back home until late Sunday night.  Now I’m back home, back to work, and ready for my fifth date with Teacher on Friday night. 🙂  Until then…

Happy humping!

Days of Recklessness and Abandon

It’s funny how when I stumble across people from my past that they can be almost unrecognizable.  It’s not because they look that much different, but because either my memory sucks or they just didn’t leave that much of an impression on me.  I recently came across a man who I went out with a long time ago in a far away place.  Something popped into my head and I couldn’t figure out why so I googled it and found him.  His picture barely rang a bell, but his name resounded like a gong in my head.

I’m sure that many men would agree that sometimes it’s easier to remember other physical attributes of short-term lovers rather than their faces.  One-night-stands are the worst.  I have had so many that one could walk right up to me today and I probably wouldn’t even remember having sex with him.  Sad, but true.  I never forget a great ass though.

When I was living up north I met a guy, online of course, who we’ll call Musicman.  He was a musician, obviously from the name, and a skinny little guy with blond hair and a nice tight ass.  He lived not too far from me and asked me if I would meet him one night at his apartment.  Here’s another shining example of the extent of my recklessness during those days.  I didn’t hesitate and told him when I would be over.  To be honest this was probably ten years ago and I can’t remember if we went out or just stayed there.  I do remember having sex with him.  My memory isn’t that bad yet.

Piecing together the memories that I do still have I can remember something about him taking me to a local strip club one night.  I also remember getting a lap dance in a back room from a very hot Venezuelan girl.  The memories that stay clear in my mind never cease to amuse and amaze me.  I digress though.  This is about him not her.

That first night he was telling me about his music and even though he was still young, he talked about the good old days of being in bands and wearing tight leather pants.  I laughed when he mentioned the tight leather pants.  Previously I had only seen gay men wearing them live and in person.  At that time he was really into the Moby type of techno music and his look seemed to fit.  He was very cute and slick with his gorgeous wavy blond hair, thin tight body, and trendy clothes.

I think we only went out two or three times and we had sex each time.  Unfortunately the only time that I clearly remember having sex with him is the last time.  He had called and asked me to come over late one Saturday night and I did.  When I arrived he was wearing his black leather pants and a tight black t-shirt.  Hot does not even begin to describe how he looked that night.  Smoldering, sexy, seductive or nubile might be better words for how he looked.  I was instantly turned on.  He invited me into his apartment and we sat down on the couch for a few minutes.  I took advantage of his hospitality when he offered me a drink because it gave me another chance to admire how the leather pants clung tightly to his taut young ass.

We were sitting and talking on the couch when he made his move.  He pulled in close and started kissing me.  Before I knew it his tight black leather pants were unzipped and he was positioned on his knees on the couch and I took control.  I sucked and slurped until he couldn’t take any more.  Our clothes went flying as we moved to the living room floor.  We had sex right there on his living room floor as his techno music played in the background.  As an added bonus, he was packing major heat in those leather pants.  I was not disappointed.

When I look back on memories like this one I tend to only really remember the middle parts.  The beginning and the end of relationships like that are often blurry and incomplete.  I like to think that’s because it’s really only the good parts that matter.  Of course I try to learn from every relationship, good and bad, but I think I learn the most from the good parts of each.  What did I learn from that one?  That leather pants don’t always equal gay, and that sometimes it’s good to get out of the bedroom and have some kinky freaky sexy time in other places.

I’ve thought about Musicman maybe twice during the last ten years, each time with a smile on my face.  When I came across him online today and saw his picture I had the same response.  Even though he’s gained some weight, his hair is not as blond as it used to be, and he’s looking more country-pop than slick-techno-boyish these days, I still think of him fondly.  I wonder if he even remembers that night.  I wonder if he even remembers me.  If he does I hope he smiles when he thinks of it.  LOL  Who am I kidding?  Of course he remembers me.  My sexual fan club has more members than the U.S. House of Representatives and the Senate combined. 😉

It’s time for me to go take a cold shower now.

Happy humping!