I guess most of you know by now that I like to sing.
I know most of my other music stuff is instrumental, but yeah. I sing too. Sang in college. Sang out of college. Sang in musical theater. Sing at the Eagle on show tunes Sundays. Yadda yadda yadda.
I also sing in my car. A lot.
So, on Sunday I was driving to the gym and I happened to be at a stop light. I was singing away with whatever song was playing from my iPod, but I was making up lyrics as I am wont to do.
Most times I don’t know the lyrics anyway, so I just make shit up that fits. Or I might start singing a different song along with as a “mash up”.
Anyway, on this particular occasion, as I was stopped, this totally hot guy crossed the street in front of me. Bearded. Handsome. Looking fine even in his heavy woolens.
So, I made up some lyrics.
I think I sang, “Hot damn dude, you are fuuuu-uuuuu-cking haaaaaawwwwwt!” Or some such.
Which is right about the time he snaps his head in my direction and looks at me. And sorta half-smiles. A knowing smile. A “did you just….?” smile.
Um– evidently cars aren’t as sound proof as I thought. I’m gonna have to watch that.