Looking into her eyes I knew I had made the right decision to take her out to dinner. I had thought a movie would have been good, but that leaves no room for conversation. Plus, we work in the movie business. . .I think it would have been cliche and nerdish. So I take her. . .from now on she'll be referred to as 'Beth'. . .to dinner at a nice Sushi restaurant called Chaya in Venice. We dined on Rainbow Rolls and soft shell crab and drank almost too much sake and took down at least three oyster shooters each and we knew we were drunk but were both trying to hide it. She has crystal blue eyes, soft features, enormous and beautiful breasts which she must hide underneath heavy sweaters on set, a great pair of legs in a short skirt that are usually covered in loose jeans or cargo pants. I mention that she looks incredible and she blushes and says that she usually doesn't dress like this and that the clothes were her roommates and I ask her how she could possibly keep such beauty covered up and she tells me she has a self-esteem problem and I tell her she shouldn't and we talk about travel and the government and our childhoods and high-school and college and this city but none of our conversation goes to movies and I like that. We finish dinner and I follow her out and I can tell she is slightly tipsy because she has an extremely sexy sway to her walk as we step out that she didn't have when she arrived and she looks back at me over her shoulder and smiles and I feel like I'm in a movie right now. We get my car and she suggests we go back to her place because she has some wine and I suggest my place because I'm sure its much nicer and the view is awesome but she looks wary so I relent and we go to her small apartment in Brentwood. There are pictures of her all over the place and I see that she is very photogenic and her friends look attractive and fun and her roommate isn't home so I won't be meeting her tonight, which is all the better. She instantly captures my heart by putting on a .38 Special Album and we rock out laughing and drinking wine and eventually she starts asking me about my work and tells me she wants to be a writer to and I offer to Mentor her, or introduce her to my Mentor, because. . .I tell her. . .I couldn't be her Mentor while wanting to kiss her so much. She looks down, blushing and I lean in and her lips connect with mine and we spend almost twenty minutes kissing and holding our wine glasses and I haven't done this in a long time. Suddenly the door opens and her roommate stumbles in with some other guy who I'm sure I know and he looks at me, sizing me up, trying to make the same connection I'm trying to make but we don't know so we shake hands like we don't know each other and they fall into her bedroom and I didn't get a good look at the Roommate. 'Beth' says she's tired and needs to call it a night because she is working on a different shoot at 6am on Saturday and we kiss for twenty more minutes and I can't stop my hands from running over her body and she moans lightly as I kiss her neck. She laughs and says that I've got to stop and I don't want to seem like a horny animal around her so I oblige and leave and drive around Bel Air for what seems like an hour thinking about 'Beth' and I call her when I get home and we talk for another hour until she tells me she HAS to go to bed and this is one of the few nights I fall asleep with a smile on my face. I don't hear from her on Saturday, and spend Saturday night at the Rainbow Lounge drinking with Motorhead and Nikki Sixx and my rocknroll buddy 'Will' and go to some afterparty at a house where the roof of the living room slides open and a hot tub comes out of the ground and girls are getting naked and I'm not into the drugs and alcohol. I leave and spend Sunday at Qs watching football and then 'Beth' does the most amazing thing. . .she meets me at the bar. She wears a Houston Texans jersey that is too big for her and a short short skirt which makes her long tan legs look amazing and all the drunk Football guys can't stop staring at her and we sit in a corner at the bar upstairs kissing and laughing and I watch my New Orleans Saints win in overtime and she bounces up and down watching her Texans beat Kansas City and she calls me her 'lucky charm' and we leave and go to her place. We're both tired and fall into her bed and kiss for hours and my hands run over her tight stomach and she moans lightly but holds me close and tells me she wants to take it slow and we fall asleep in each others arms. I wake up at 9pm and she does too and we make pasta for dinner and tell jokes and I'm having such a good time that I don't want her to leave but she says she's got to get up early again and I leave. . .taking it slow. . .and come home and put on a .38 Special Greatest Hits CD I made a long time ago and drink Jack Daniels with 'George' who comes over later and he tells me he's seen 'Erin' and she's been asking about me and I don't know why and all I think of is 'Beth' sleeping in bed and wishing I was there with her.
Thumbs way up!
Posted by: Sass | September 28, 2004 at 11:20 AM
Gee, this sounds sorta' like it's a true story, Rock.
Double thumbs up if it's true as well...
Later
Sass
Posted by: Sass | September 28, 2004 at 09:52 PM
Suuuuuuuushi! Motorhead! .38 Special! Kissing! Jack Daniels! Yum!
Reading your blog always tickles my senses & makes me SMILE! :)
Thanks for taking us along for the ride!
Posted by: nikola1tesla | September 28, 2004 at 09:58 PM
You sound like a pretty romantic guy Rocker.
Is this real or fiction?
Tess
Posted by: Tess | September 28, 2004 at 10:03 PM
Tess, Rocker is one more enigma, that has grown from the Rance phenomenon, somehow, someway....some guy, Huh?
Shall we discuss 'lips' with him?
later
Sass
Posted by: Sass | September 28, 2004 at 10:23 PM
Caught Up in You .38 Special
I never knew there'd come a day
When I'd be sayin' to you
'Don't let this good love slip away
Now that we know that it's true.'
Don't, don't you know the kind of man I am
No, said I'd never fall in love again
But it's real and the feeling comes shining through.
So caught up in you, little girl
And I never did suspect a thing
So caught up in you, little girl
That I never want to get myself free
And baby it's true
You're the one
Who caught me baby you taught me
How good it could be
It took so long to change my mind
I thought that love was a game
I played around enough to find
No two are ever the same
You made me realized the love I missed
So hot! Love I couldn't quite resist
When it's right the light just comes shining through.
So caught up in you, little girl
You're the one that's got me down on my knees
So caught up in you, little girl
That I never want to get myself free
And baby it's true
You're the one
Who caught me, baby you taught me
How good it could be
Fill your days and your nights
No need to ever ask me twice oh no
Whenever you want me
And if ever comes a day
When you should turn and walk away oh no
I can't live without you
So caught up in you
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
And if ever comes a day
When you should turn and walk away oh no
I can't live without you
So caught up in you, little girl
You're the one that's got me down on my knees
So caught up in you , little girl
That I never want to get myself free
And baby it's true
You're the one
Who caught me baby you taught me
How good it could be, little girl
You're the one that's got me down on my knees
So caught up in you, little girl
That I never want to get myself free
And baby it's true
You're the one
Who caught me and taught me
You got me so caught up in you
Signs of Love .38 Special
You walked into the room last night
Like a song on the wind
And I sensed a new beginning
The way the light had caught your hair
I couldn't help but stare
And I could tell what you were thinking
Maybe I'm high but I don't get high anymore
Not 'til you come through the door
The the room starts spinning and my hands begin to sweat
The words I've been rehearsing are so easy to forget
Falling like a stone flying like a jet
And I'm losin' control losin' control.
Chorus:
It's the signs of love
It's the signs of love
It's the signs of love
And I got it bad
I been hangin' out on your street
Just hoping for the chance to meet ya
As if I'd know waht to say if I did
But luck you come on by
I see that look in your eye
And I can tell what you're thinkin'
Maybe I'm high
But I don't get high anymore
Not 'til you come through the door
Chorus:
Send me a message tell me what to do
You can be honest but please don't be cruel babe
Send me a message tell me what to say
I got it bad yea I got it bad
Send me a message tell me what to do
You can be honest but please don't be cruel
There's only so much I can play the fool
And I'm losin' control losin' control
Chorus:
Send me a message tell me what to do
You can be honest but please don't be cruel babe
Send me a message tell me what to say
Let's get together please don't run away
It's the signs
Send me a message, Send me a message, Send me a message
Maybe I'm high let's get together
It's the signs, It's the signs, It's the signs
Posted by: nikola1tesla | September 28, 2004 at 11:17 PM
Rocker, today you are truly "hero" material! Good for you, and I'll bet that you feel like one too, don't you? My two cents worth, letting the anticipation build makes the first time together that much more delicious.
I have a big smile on my face for you.
Posted by: JCanuck | September 29, 2004 at 01:59 AM
Sass....I say lucky girl, be it truth or fiction, huge sigh!!! "Lips"....ah ha....maybe!!
Posted by: Tess | September 29, 2004 at 04:43 AM