People, People, gather round...here is the rest of the story I will lay down.
(1st...Hanna is okay...just terribly sprained...muscle bruising...the worst was when they asked if she might be pregnant because they were going to X-Ray. I answered for her as she also said No. My son Treyner is dating her so that was slightly akward and very uncomfortable! Thank You God for good kids)
Okay...back to Simon....
So I know that it may seem hard to believe but this is all true. Honest. Seriously True. No kidding...I still have the emotional scars to prove it.
So I find out that Duran Duran will be at 1st Avenue. Justin (my buddy) gets me backstage with the understanding that I will observe only. No pawing, groping, throwing Victoria Secret products, clawing, pulling or erotically tempting. That was the rules. As set by Justin and his father. For some reason they understood my silence as an afirmation of understanding those said rules. I never agreed to them verbally. I rather, sat in mute observation...sure that those rules would sink into my rational conciousness and through osmosis I would obey. Did not work out that way though because...HELLOOOO...17 year old FREAK who is sure that Simon did not want Yasmine the French SuperModel. What kind of man wants a voluptuous, hip swinging fiend when he can have a...teen aged string bean who needs to put ductape around her chest to manufacture 1 breast. The ever popular UNI Hoo Hoo B**B
Come on now...what says HOT like the swellings of 1st love.
Sooo... I lost my ever lovin freakin mind. No kidding...I was nuts. I saw Simon....I remember thinking....blink Dawn blink....and the next thing I know I am on him like maggots on a 2 day old corpse. (okay not a sexy visual but ya get the pic) There was a green couch behind him and I believe he thought I tripped forcing him on the couch by complete accident. There may be some truth to that recollection. I remember having 6" stiletto heels on that were deep red and that paired with a too short Mini skirt, black tank top, red hoop earings and bangle bracelet. (thought I looked hot) My momentum carried me faster than my feet and I probably did stumble.
Okay so me, Simon and couch. It honestly lasted 5 seconds (the couch scene you sickos) and he graciously helped me up..asked if I was okay and then squeezed my shoulders and said he would see me during the concert. That was how it happened but I am totally a scent person who remembers things by smell and taste.
He smelled like a testosterone laiden muscle. Ya know that sweet scent of a man who just started working out and has took a minute from his routine to place his arms around you and kiss the tip of your nose. The musky scent that means he is not afraid of work but takes care of his grooming. The smell of bergamont and a hint of clove. The smell of something you taste for the first time and want to roll it over and over in your mouth because once that bite is swallowed, you will never recapture that reaction to it for the 1st time ever again? That is how Simon Charles LeBon smelled. I wanted to die.
Next I am clocked in the arm by Justin who informs me that I am the biggest loser God graced this earth with. I put my hand up to Justin's mouth and said to him to just Hush. My moment with Simon was still quaking within me and his big trap was ruining it.
So FF to the concert...every roadie who did a sound check was greeted by my psychotic screams. I really was sure each of them was the band starting. People around me were past amused...past annoyed..past furious...they were plotting ways to get me under the nearest bus. I did not care. I had a moment and that moment still gives me tingles to this day.
The concert rocked. I don't remember a single thing besides the fact that I was glad for tight jeans, tighter t-shirts and both changes of clothes. Roger was so much smaller than I ever thought, Nick had better make-up skills than I ever had, John was petite framed but ripped in the arms and abbs, but my Simon....he was perfection. Thick, muscular thighs, blond touseled locks and his hands were visions of sculpted perfection.
I know he and I made eye contact several times....but alas we never spoke again. He was escorted to the bus after the show and my running skills could not get past the security and as they left...Simon forgot somehow my engagement ring.
(okay so that part is a lie....he didn't want us to be conventionally tied to one another. He said our love would be like leaves in the wind....constantly moving and yet momentarily dancing, intertwined for brief snippits in time.)
Okay so ya know he did not say that either but a girl has got to have something to hold onto at night besides her pillow.
I gotta go....I'll let ya know the foreign exchange students stories later if anyone wants...
Maybe he's realted to my dh, altho I call his dragon claws!
And Fidge- you are a woman after my own heart. I was thinkning the same things...What are you gonna wear? Have they set a date? I mean it has been a matter of minutes so certainly they have by now!
So I told him that'd be a perfect honeymoon...in 5 years!
A great inspiration came to me at some point in the near past from a divine source to point out that my daughter is becoming a young woman and needs to be treated as such and not a little girl.
