to my dream man. the one guy that I'd leave SO, cats, house to follow if given a chance.
we have a very uneven relationship: I'm crazy about him, he doesn't know I exist. but I can live with this. it all began many many many years ago, back in the age of the dinosaurs around the early 1990s. I was in college at the time, and one night, flipping through the channels, came across The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson (I told you it was a looooong time ago) at about the time the musical guest, one Lyle Lovett, took the stage. I watched the set and the next day went out and got the three CDs Lyle (it's OK; I can call him Lyle) had released up to that point. lemme tell you: I actually wore out two of the CDs and had to repurchase them. so was the beginning of a continuing saga of unrequited love which continues to this day.
I thank you kindly for listening (if you are still here). I shall leave you with some of the musical stylings of the Long Tall Texan, my baby (if he'd let me), Mr. Lyle Lovett.