Summer has officially arrived, readers… and nothing rings in the season better than a New England Clambake! This past weekend my dear friend Karen graciously hosted a smorgasbord of epic proportions. She and her boyfriend literally prepared 30 pounds of muscles, 20 pounds of potatoes, hamburgers, hotdogs, lobster tails and some side dishes […in case we got puckish.] For dessert we had cookies and pies of all assortments... And fret not; we had plenty to wash it down with!
Before the gluttony commenced however, Karen informed me that there was someone I should meet.
“He’s an AMAZING musician, Al… seriously I think you guys would click.”
“NOT LIKE THAT!” she assured me, “I just think you would make some good music together, that’s all.”
Sure, Sure I thought. I could feel the cynicism coursing through my veins. I just wanted to eat and drink and visit with old friends…NOT be bothered with impressing a total stranger.
Well…that was until I saw him.
Tall, broad and handsome: in walked Music Man clutching a guitar.
By now I’m sure you’ve realized what a sucker I am for the artistically inclined. The talent, confidence and subtle [I’m-a-mess-but-don’t-worry-I’ll-just-write-a-song-about-it] mystique seem to draw me in like a masochistic moth to the flame. All in all however, I was resisting the weakness in my knees. Sure he was cute and sweet and funny and friendly and we sounded really good together… but c’mon… I wasn’t sold.
“So who’s your favorite singer?” he asked.
“Gotta be Sarah Vaughan” I answered, anticipating the normal I don’t know who that is reaction.
“Oh my God, she’s amazing isn’t she??” he shot back.
Before I knew it, it was 5 AM and we were still talking. At this point, I was about ready to buy that moth a fire-proof vest and be done with it. But suddenly, all I could think about was HOW MUCH he reminded me of my most recent ex.
My most recent ex is a talented musician in a newly disbanded group. It was a big love filled with laughter and compatibility, but we were ultimately doomed by the emotional issues at play. That double-edged sword of creativity had beheaded us… and for the first time all evening I was able to see the striking parallel.
Of course, you wouldn’t know it by Nice Alex! She breezed right in and chalked this red flag up to fearful nonsense. “This man DESERVES a chance” she asserted. "He's not your ex and he has nothing to do with him."
Am I excited to have met someone with SO much potential? Of course! But still, in my gut I wonder “How serious is a red flag?”