that time i had a one night stand with a country singer

*disclaimer: i have been drinking gin all afternoon because i am trying to come to terms with the fact that my children do not share my values…but that is another story….

one of my favorite things to throw into a session of two truths and a lie is that time i had a one night stand with a country singer.

i had hopped a greyhound from austin, texas to lexington, kentucky after my fiance left me. i had my hair dyed blonde before i left; it was that or a tongue piercing….
i landed in lexington at a job in a pub/club called lynagh’s where i attracted the attention of every man who could smell the desperation on me. that broken-hearted rebounding desperation with a blonde head.
one night one such suitor took me over to the club side of lynagh’s to see dale watson (whom i had seen a time or two while i was in austin.) if you don’t know dale watson, he’s a hot little twangy number all full of spitfire & whatnot. cute as a button. especially in 1996.
anyhoo, said suitor & i went to watch the show & it was dynamite like little dale watson himself. i was decked out in a hane’s white undershirt with cut-offs & sheer tights, wearing men’s wing tips. you know, sexy as hell, right? ha!
after the show my would-be suitor wanted to go up & talk to the band. so i followed him & just kinda did my thing off to the side of the stage, getting lost in my head as groupies crowded around d.w. asking him to after parties.
then, from out of nowhere, d.w. came up to me and said, “& you are?” as if the conversation in my head were an actual conversation.
from there he invited me back to his motel.
he had on a wedding ring & i felt guilty, but not guilty enough, i guess
because I spent the night in that motel room.
little dale watson in his nice & tight boxer briefs going down on me for like two hours because i was too wigged out to relax & just come already….
in the morning he drove me home in the band’s barely running chevy blazer (or it could have been a ford explorer? maybe a suburban?) & i remember he was impressed by my sliding over to unlock his door after he unlocked my door first (quite the gentleman…cunnilingus & opening the passenger door first!)

i saw him again at that club a year or two later…but he didn’t remember me until the person i was with said, “picture her blonde.”