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Magickman
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The Drummer’s Woman
I was cooling off, outside the Knights of Columbus Hall, in Bloomington, Minnesota. The dance band was on break, and there was a strong north wind, a cold wind, I might add.
The woman approached me. “My name is Sue,” she said. “What’s yours?”
She went on, “I want to dance with you. I’m the drummer’s woman, and he is very jealous.”
There I was, at the K of C hall, looking for trouble with another man’s woman.
Sap that I am, I took the bait. A few minutes later, I was dancing with Sue, right in front of the stage, as her boyfriend, the drummer, watched.
I had warned her. “Do you get dizzy?” I asked. “Because I’m going to spin you around.”
“No, I don’t get dizzy,” she assured me.
Though she was a bigger girl, I soon had her spinning like a top, left, then right, and back again. She did get a little dizzy.
We were getting the stare-fest from the drummer, but it didn’t slow us down.
We danced to a slow song, also, before she needed to rest.
Now why, you may be thinking, did I accept an invitation to dance, from a woman who told me that her jealous boyfrind was right there.
“He is going to have words with me,” she cautioned, but I was oblivious.
If this is sounding like prelude to a brawl, that is an exaggeration.
But it set me to thinking. Did Sue dance with strange men in front of her boyfriend, as a device to build romantic tension? Or did she want to see a fistfight, in her honor? Did her dalliance generate conflict, later that night?
I don’t know. Mystery to me.
I just like to dance.
Would you have danced with the drummer’s woman? Why or why not?
I was cooling off, outside the Knights of Columbus Hall, in Bloomington, Minnesota. The dance band was on break, and there was a strong north wind, a cold wind, I might add.
The woman approached me. “My name is Sue,” she said. “What’s yours?”
She went on, “I want to dance with you. I’m the drummer’s woman, and he is very jealous.”
There I was, at the K of C hall, looking for trouble with another man’s woman.
Sap that I am, I took the bait. A few minutes later, I was dancing with Sue, right in front of the stage, as her boyfriend, the drummer, watched.
I had warned her. “Do you get dizzy?” I asked. “Because I’m going to spin you around.”
“No, I don’t get dizzy,” she assured me.
Though she was a bigger girl, I soon had her spinning like a top, left, then right, and back again. She did get a little dizzy.
We were getting the stare-fest from the drummer, but it didn’t slow us down.
We danced to a slow song, also, before she needed to rest.
Now why, you may be thinking, did I accept an invitation to dance, from a woman who told me that her jealous boyfrind was right there.
“He is going to have words with me,” she cautioned, but I was oblivious.
If this is sounding like prelude to a brawl, that is an exaggeration.
But it set me to thinking. Did Sue dance with strange men in front of her boyfriend, as a device to build romantic tension? Or did she want to see a fistfight, in her honor? Did her dalliance generate conflict, later that night?
I don’t know. Mystery to me.
I just like to dance.
Would you have danced with the drummer’s woman? Why or why not?
PLUS–if say she breaks up with her bf, and takes up with you…is this the kind of woman you want to date? You might end up as the drummer, some day.
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And I’ve made a public prosecutor dizzy on the dance floor on one occasion (long story). But that Sue girl I’d tell it ain’t gonna fly.