It's Fridayit's almost 6:30 pm.and my work is finally done. It feels like a solid weight off my indomitable shoulders. At the same time, it's a gratifying conclusion to a rather challenging week. Nonetheless, it's done! I'm beaten. I clear my thoughts on my 40-minute drive, resigned to a listless maneuvering through a mean parking-lot traffic. I'm leaving the work place behind. I'm determined to anticipate a very relaxing evening.Ride with me.. Finally, I'm homeit's quiet, save for the crickets' warlike chirping, sifting audibly through the clear glass door facing my backyard and the white window shutters hiding behind a pastel-red rectangular curtain panel. I drop my handbag on a sofa and make my way to the rear family room, un-buttoning, and struggling out of my jacket. I click my shoes off and allowed my feet to meet with the coolness of the tiled floors. Refreshing,already. I stop, looking and listening around in expectation of a welcoming voice..Hi Mom! Welcome Mommyhow was your daynot today, no sounds filtered downstairs, no pitty-patty feet with rabbit-eared oversized slip-ons. She is out in the wilderness camping out on a school project, learning to be a citizen of the world. And I'm all alone. There is a defining chill in the airI crack the fireplace on as if in request for company. I'm not disappointed. Blue/red/golden flames crackle in response. I heave a sigh of relief. I sit. To my right, I eye my daughter's state of the art Digital Ensemble, untouched for the last few weeks.wondering if I'll ever garner enough returns on that sentimental purchase. But, I don't want her here today. I'm relishing this calma well deserved tranquil, an obtrusive peace.I can breathe. I turn around staring at my new platinum toy. The refrigerator calls my attention with a silent re-boot. I struggle up. I walk towards it, pulling the daunting doors open, as I gloss over neatly stacked clear Pyrex dishes semi-filled with mouth-watering, colourful fruits. Some left-over poached salmon and a few bottles of my favourite port wine are anchored securely in their section of the ice box. Nesting in the far right-hand corner is a chilled half-liter Rieslingbut not today. Not alone. I want to live a little. I'm not going to feel sorry for myself tonight. I defy loneliness. I reject sadness. I haven't done anything wrong. I haven't asked life to deal me melons. I'm going to make tangy-sweet lemonade of it, tonightStay with me. Purposefully, I walk back to my Sony ensemble.103.7 KKSFSweet Jesus! "Soulful Strut" emanates slowly and quickly fills the room. [video]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YiGvjyQWonc&feature=related[/video] YouTube - YOUNG-HOLT UNLIMITED-SOULFUL STRUT.[/url] I freeze in time. I close my eyes. I begin to sway ever so gently to this timeless classic. Nice. If I could somehow transport myself.Where would I be? I was just beginning to recall my last vacation..when suddenly, my thoughts are intercepted by the wind chime of yet another new text. It reads: "Hello, my sweet. Can't sleep for thinking about you and how good you've been to me.blah blah blahyou're so uncommon. ((You are not perfect, but you are one woman of impeccable probity (I remember)). I count myself priviledged to have met you in my life.I want to come and see you(more blah, blah, blahzz)." Walahi, if this wasn't my favorite phone, I would have smashed it into smithereens. Perhaps, I should. Perhaps it'd serve as the final catharsis of my broken heart. Distant loverno, I can't do this... Not any more. [video]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZzWEalq6eOU&feature=related[/video] YouTube - DISTANT LOVER(LIVE)-MARVIN GAYE[/url] I dismiss him from my thoughts, and I resume my bliss with "Breezin"by George Benson. [video]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5QjTK0pL1go&feature=related[/video] YouTube - George Benson - Breezin'[/url] Yes, I want to dance.I want to dance cool jazz. I want to dance with someone. I want to have my shoulders alternate in tango with my waist, and have my hips, knees and feet follow in rhythmic unison. I want to feel alive, again. I want to take some Norman Brown; [video]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j8fbqVw4wYc&feature=related[/video] YouTube - Norman Brown - I Might[/url] I want to have reflections in Sade's King of Sorrow [video]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6PoSYrFnGnk[/video] YouTube - Sade - King Of Sorrow[/url] and Kenny G's Malibu Dreams; [video]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6PoSYrFnGnk[/video] YouTube - Sade - King Of Sorrow[/url] I want to loosen my muscles with some Ramsey Lewis, Boney James, and Grover Washington's Mr. Magic. [video]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GJ7hQ-hcFNk[/video] YouTube - Grover Washington, Jr. - Mister Magic[/url] I want to be held through a Marvin G. & "Urban Nights", [video]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nz8uw0cbnJs[/video] YouTube - Urban Knights - Got To Give It Up (2003)[/url] and any Teddy P. for sure. [video]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-MhSm5sPu8k&feature=related[/video] YouTube - Teddy Pendergrass - In My Time (1984)[/url] Toni Braxton's "Unbreak my Heart", please. [video]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=07U_uKGfv48[/video] YouTube - Toni Braxton - Unbreak My Heart[/url] George Benson, Peter White, please stand-by.. [OK, you internet savvy guys load 'em all up, abeg.] Disappointingly, I whip thru my phone book. No, not that guy, not tonight. I want my ebony black maestroand all his 6'+ self for my 6' framethis is becoming exciting, daring.. I run upstairs, stopping momentarily at the door of the computer room. NVS is inviting, it's a drug-free addiction. No, not tonight. I'm going to pass. I'm still weary from yesterday's sleepless night. The last political discourse was entertaining but also draining.I'll catch-up tomorrow. Tonight, I'm going out. I walk to my bedroom. I shower, shave my legspamper my brown skin with some Keihl's crme du corp. Humming, I rummage gently through my under things.I feel secure. I face my closet..what shall it be? I think black. The black polka-dot gathered bustier on matching long flowing silk with a chiffon textured scarf beckons my attention.hmmm. Interesting already. It huggs my silhouette snugly to the rib-cage. It's comfortable. It's on! I twirl around in front of my mirror.., I sneak a look sidewaysI'm pleased. He was right. There is a reserved elegance in being tall and statuesque. I whip out those brand new black satin low-heeled manonos (I can hear my daughter calling out her favorite interpretation of the name brand as she re-affirms her wishes to have all my shoes willed to her at 17). They are getting launched tonight. I promise to do them justice. My hair! Thank God for this new curly low-cut. It's really becoming, I've been told. I trust Elasta styling gel can work it. I'm almost ready.I reach in my chest of drawers for my mystical Guerlain-Oud Sensuel-huille de parfum, dab enough on my neck, wristsand a pair of dangling sterling silver earrings seal my attire. Now, I'm ready. My garage creaks open. I'll be driving to the Rrazz Room in the city tonight. My convertible is fully flexed. It's really on! Guess who's playing tonightBobby Caldwell. I'm beginning to exhale. I'm totally rocking this. I catch a few glances on my way in, but my eyes are on that tall black ebony sitting all alone in that dark corner over there. Yes, youI'm thinking. Perhaps, he's had a rough week as well. A swift glance at his ring fingerit's bare.it just might be my lucky night. I exhale again, lightly. I make my way gently to his corner. I size him up very quickly..hmmmm..looks like a pinstriped navy blue Zegna suit. He must have stopped by from work to give his weekend a jump start. His clean white shirt gleams light indigo-blue under the aesthetic lights. Some wick(i)ed looking pair of black Gravati (the unmistakable gold logo/crest flashes under the exposed sole) hugged his feet..a size 12 medium, I'm guessing.. There is another seat next to him, and it's not occupied. I politely ask if it's taken. Geges in the houseBobo has an accent too! Guess? It's 9ja/Yankee/British all rolled into one. It's music to my strained earsI'm very much loving i-t.My shoulders square in accord with my neck, I'm sitting straight. I'm ready.I'm ready to sip a virgin something (Truth be told, I'd rather have a Tawny 20, sinfully chilled..). But no-o, my eyes are shining tonight. Lady luck seems to be around the corner. "Hello, thank you" I whisper in an innocent voice. He glances my way. He looks puzzled..not quite sure whether I'm a home-girl orI'm stealing his looks from the corner of my left eye. Thank God for peripheral vision..let's see how long it takes before he catches on How I wish my two really badd girlfriends were here..on second thoughts..perhaps not, tonight. I reposition myself in my seat. My legs are crossed and I'm glad they feel silky smooth. The ambience is perfect. Violet-blue, black and fierce neon lights serenade the restaurant/jazz club. The seeping aroma from the grill awakens my appetite. I motion a waiter..something light will do. Interruptedly, Bobby Caldwell begins an interlude"Open your Eyes" comes on [video]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mT79j1LrItk[/video] YouTube - Bobby Caldwell - Open Your Eyes[/url] And then"Come To Me" [video]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nFCcX_XWUlk[/video] YouTube - Bobby Caldwell / Come To Me[/url] ..he stands, straightens his attire, my heart skips a beat.Yes, yes!! He does. He asks for a dance. I smile. I oblige.my ppl, I exhale.again. It's going to be a marvelous evening He holds my left hand and lifts my arm gently, majestically whisking me to the middle of the dance floor. I followed, as I gathered my dress with my right hand. He must have had a lot of practice. I shouldn't be surprised. His salt n'peppar-grey tell-tale specks of hair on his temples give it all away. He's probably in his forties, I assure myself. He pulls me close. Mint-y fresh breath.a gentle scent of unforgettable Clive Christian's 1872, cleanly shaven, healthy manicured nails, soft firm hands. T's too good to be true. And, he is all Nigerian. To whom does he belong? Who let him loose?? If I'm lost, I don't ever want to find my way home.This must be heaven, on earth. I have exhaled.several times with my eyes shut as my thoughts drifted to my soul-mate somewhere out there. The music is now at a crescendothe night must come to an end. But, I'm not ready, yet. My eyes open, slowly. I'm content. I'm mystified. I don't want to tease tonight. I'm still in love with him. Dang! No one said it was going to be so hard. I politely wait for the dance to end. I croak a "thank you" with a heady gesture and a sad smile. I look away, shyly. I make it to my table quietly; pick up my purse and saunter aim-fully through the filling crowd.. The crisp gentle wind freezes my tears. They kept coming almost with rage, blind-fully, as I drive all the way home, all by myself. I still miss him.. I miss him. I'll always miss him. Yet, I want to move on. What joy is there in an empty house without love from a significant other or your spouse? I wonder. Every now and then, such thoughts become norm as they have in the last several months. Tonight, I would have been quite content to simply change into my jammies, sit next to him in the warmth of the fire place, play scrabble, chatter away exchanging the highlights of our week, or just reminisce. What joy is there in shopping for yourself if you cannot imagine his giggle when he opens a box with the funniest looking pair of socks? It's never about the gift. It's the pleasure of taking him along everywhere you go. How do you dance to your favorite tunes without the one you love?.How do you spend a restful or fun weekend without the one that makes your heart skip a beat or two..How? And, for how long............?? But I'm readyI'm ready.I'm ready to move on When was the last time you took yourself, your husband, your wife, girlfriend, boyfriend or just friends out for the evening? No, don't let her cook tonight. Spoil her for a change.ask her out on a date, all over again.. Have the kids sleep over at your sister's or brother's for the weekend, or have the babysitter with them while you both escape to a quiet resort for just the two of you. Appreciate each other. Love each other a lot Remind yourselfLife is just too short. Make tonight beautiful.and have a very fun-filled and safe weekend. Yes, please, you may EXHALE now.and thank you, a double thank you to those who share my experiences or have vivid imaginations just like mine A Seasoned Adaptation from "The Chronicles of My Misty Blues". RSVP, anytime..