I Am One Lucky Woman
December 6, 2005 | Studly
I figure any guy who could put up with me as long as Studly deserves his own category. Sure, I’m his love slave and lapping up every second of his attention, but sometimes the man just blows me away. My history is a long line of colossal fuck-ups, which we won’t go into because my dial-up would shut down, so perhaps you can understand my feelings.
One day on the golf course the Studemeister, as my bud Perky calls him, drove his way right into my heart. No – the ball didn’t bounce off my body. Across the fairway was a man with the most expressive brown eyes I’d ever had the pleasure to drool over. It was the start of a relationship I pray lasts forever.
We enjoy all types of music, some more than others. Sarah Brightman is Stud’s fantasy, man do I fall short of that mark, and I adore Andrea Bocelli who makes very few U.S. appearances.
There’s been ads in our papers for a one night performance by Senor Bocelli at the United Center in Chicago. I latched onto that info faster than the IRS with my last tax return. Unfortunately the tickets were way over the top and I let go of my dream to see this fantastic Northern Italian singer in person.
A while back Studs informed me not to make plans for December 6. No problem. Then Saturday he said he wanted to give me my birthday present early. Nope, not happy. Birthdays were and are something I choose to ignore and it’s not because they add a year to my life. But the guy was adament. He was also grinning like he’d won the lottery and a whole lot of nervous. So who am I to deprive the love of my life the pleasure of gift giving? Hot Damn and every other phrase expressing major excitement, Studly DoRight, the greatest guy on earth, handed me two tickets. As if you all hadn’t guessed. Now you know why I don’t write mysteries.
I apologize for rambling here but I had to tell someone. The few other people I’d told hadn’t a clue about Andrea Bocelli. Even my daughter thought he was a new rap star. Where did I go wrong?
So it’s off line to primp and pamper because this old broad takes a long time to look good.