C Note(s)

Dating. Online or not, simply put, sucks. However, a necessary evil because that’s the only way that I know of that’ll discover Mrs. Right. Recently, I lamented to a co-worker and a friend, “If I’m so awesome, why am I still single?” This breezy. She looks at me, “I don’t know if anything is ‘wrong’ with you, you just haven’t found who’s ‘right’ for you.” Hell’s bells. That’s enough of an answer to take the wind outta my sails. Back to my thinking… Oy vey. The thought of filling out yet another profile, and check boxes on activities I like is enough for me to be celibate and start practicing to becoming a monk. The two breezies that I like to cupcake with, both roared with laughter. Apparently, I couldn’t be celibate to save my life. Oh. And taking an oath of silence for the remainder of my life seemed to them, impossible. So, the nightlife scene I trudge into. Sometimes I have a wingman, most times I don’t. In my experience, I’ve been my own wingman while being flight

If you know me at all, then you'll know that music is an integral part of my life. From sun up to sun down, I usually have a song on my mind, in my heart and on my lips. Usually a lyric will remind me of a memory or a song will trigger an experience that I've associated to it. I'm confident it's how my mind organizes and indexes these things. One such memory that's intrinsically tied to a song is this...  One innocuous evening, WCP [my lil's sister moniker for West Coast Playa] and I had a time sensitive "mission" to arrive to the comic book store before it closed for the evening, yet move on to the next activity. For whatever reason, she wanted to drive. We hop into her new rig, Rosa [a Nissan Rogue], to bounce. She turns on the vehicle, and fires up the CD player since her Sirius XM radio subscription had expired. The radio and speaker system in this rig is so distinctive that it's a total sensory experience. With my phone in my hand, as usua