Laughter is what drew me first to him, aside from the quirkiness he portrays, both at and away from the piano.
There is nothing better than lying in bed with someone and laughing. Something that I haven’t experienced with someone in a long time.
We climbed into bed late at night and lay there talking, facing each other. He reached over to pull me close and I pulled back and grinned.
“Sing me a song!”
Without hesitation, he started singing Andy Kim’s “Rock Me Gently”…after the first verse, he stopped, thinking it was enough.
“Keep going” I demanded. “Finish it.”
The greatest thing is that he did.
He lay there in bed, next to me, with a priceless look on his face, singing “Rock Me Gently”, chorus and all, with soul, with pizazz and hand gestures.
At 1 in the morning.
When he was done he goes “You’re making me sing for my supper, aren’t you?”
Yes. Yes I am.
Now, he seems to save the song at his evening gigs, for after I arrive.
I got a little bossy the next day, when we had a conversation about the things men are and aren’t comfortable doing, for fear of portraying a lack of manliness to others.
We took a shower and I handed him my razor and the shaving cream.
“Are you man enough to shave my legs?”
And so, he did.
Good thing he didn’t cut me, I was laughing so hard, I was shaking.
I had my nail polish sitting out on the counter in the kitchen. I pointed to the polish and put my leg up over his, handed him the bottle…he opened it and started painting my toes.
He’s got these wide piano man hands, that were all awkward and clumsy with a nail polish brush. The frustration and murmurings under his breath that came out of his mouth in the following fifteen minutes (yes, it took him that long) as he tried painting my toes a hot red color (he picked), most of it ended up all over my skin, some on his leg and ALL over his hands. I led him to believe there was no way to get the red polish off his hands except just “time”…alot of “time”.
Imagine the panic in his face when he thought he’d be playing a gig that night with red nail polish all over his fingers..
I don’t think I could let Graham paint my toes- he can’t stay inside the lines…it would drive me nuts
Glad to hear that things are still going well for you kids.
I can’t imagine having a steady enough hand to paint toes…or a good enough voice to sing.
Rock me gently…good heavens! I would love to hear that. So happy to hear you’re having fun!
priceless.
that, right there, is a keeper.
I have only one word for this… KEEPER!
If you never did,
You should.
These things are fun,
And fun is good.
Your piano man sounds like a real good time!
I had a singing boyfriend once. The trick was getting him to *stop.* 😉
You go girl!~!!
🙂
You said you’d write something (about Piano Man) and you didn’t disappoint. Boy, you make your boy toys go through a lot of hoops just to prove their manhood.
I like that you guys were going “green” and taking a shower together. Got to save the water.
I done the shaving with the wife before. Won’t let her do my face, too close to the neck and I’m not sure the life insurance has been paid up yet…
Seriously, happy for you.
It sounds wonderful. I’m happy for you and hopeful for me.
Oh, you lucky girl!
The song is great – I haven’t heard it in a while and now I’m itching – I’m going to see if I can find it on youtube to satisfy that itch.
AND he shaved for you….AND he did your nails. Getting polish everywhere and not really complaining.
Again – oh, you lucky girl!
Just realized how silly my previous comment was…we all just read your post and don’t need my recapping. I just can’t find the words to express the amount of jealousy I’m feeling ’cause I would love that kind of attention. Though I do think my husband would oblidge if I ever thought to ask.
The cute. Oh, the cute.
(p.s., I freakin’ LOVE Rock Me Gently. But can he sing Sausalito Summer?)
Hey, that’s great. Good for you to be happy and having fun.
Good on you.
Oh, to be in love. How wonderful for everyone.
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