I’ve been doing a lot of spooning lately – with my jeans. The more time I spend in them, the tighter they seem to hold me. “This is exactly why I wear skirts,” That’s Not Chinese told me. Not everybody likes spooning.
Being a bit spooned out, I decided to change into a dress before meeting up with That’s Not Chinese for an evening of live music. As stated on the phone, she was wearing a skirt. We took our dressed up, spoon-free selves to the concert to find it was more like a quaint get-together with forty or so friends.
The first musician was singing about romance and it was sounding very sweet until he sang, “the love ran down my leg.” “That wasn’t love,” I shouted out. “No, no, that’s definitely not love,” That’s Not Chinese concurred.
A few minutes later, the musician we had been waiting for took center stage. Her lyrics and voice were like butter – both sensual and sexual. My jeans were at home, awaiting our next spooning, so, without jeans to cream, I jeaned my creams and told That’s Not Chinese, “Now that’s love.”