Easy.... like Sunday morning....

During an alcohol fueled communion - I asked a woman how she was doing...

My mistake.

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J.S. is one of those persons who show up at the Tiki upon occasion. She and her buddy LN are semi-regulars. I catch them once every three months or so.

JS is a bit of an expressive Latina - filled with kindly and cutting insult and innuendo. Coming back from the bathroom I asked her - seriously - how she was. I noticed she was ......uneven in a way.

I lean down slightly - she shoots me a look that meant - can you handle the truth?

She licks her upper left lip - suggestively, then she pulls my head close. She brushed my slight hair away from my ear.

(husky, low voice) ......why I’m easy...... easy. like Sunday Morning......

I was taken aback slightly.

I sit my ass back on the stool facing her. She had dumped a boyfriend of a few years just three ago because she felt his lack of direction and the relationships was not worth keeping unless - well that became a topic for an entire nights discussion.

They were separated for three weeks at that point - she was feeling very,,ummm frisky. I was trying to talk her down. But the conversation kept moving to - other (far more personal) territory.

I restrained my helpful Big Brother influences - that is not my job. But it is a reflexive part of me. When she and her friend started to imply I had shortcomings (the myths about Asian guys...) I departed.


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It is impossible to describe to anyone born in this current digital amniotic fluid how omnipresent top 40 was. Every supermarket, retail establishment, public spaces tuned to easy listening stations or top 40 station would pump in a select group of inoffensive songs. The more popular they were, the more they were played.

For the next three days, in my absent minded moments, when my brain was parked on nutral - that song would filter out from my subconscious

"Ooh,that's why I'm easy
I'm easy like Sunday morning
That's why I'm easy
I'm easy like Sunday morning"


...Lionel Ritchie’s death-grip on my mind would be complete.