One Of Those Nights

I bet I'm not the only weirdo out there who gets gitty when summoned for jury duty. I had a blast serving my civil duties. This was in June 2005, and oh yeah, I was a hot juror number four. No joke - that June in Brooklyn really was scorching.

No phones were allowed in the courtrooms. I suppose no good thing comes without complications. What I was caught in at the time was a biggie of a complication. I was leaning on the gate outside the courthouse after the trial, reared up in miscommunications in a love affair happening at, unsurprisingly, the wrong point in my life.

It was mid-afternoon when I got ahold of him. He asked, "if I came down tonight will you stay with me at the hotel?"

"I will. And will you be in time for the opera with me?"

What's there to say about me and A except it was spiteful yet there was a crazy attraction on a level both of us felt but never fully construed. Add a cup deluded ideas of true love and that's my famous formula for bad news.

I waited hours in anticipation. When he made it to the city. I remember walking closer and closer down the block to surprise him. He instead surprised me with flirty chatting with a blonde Hungarian. An international thing he has. I could always spot him in the distance. I knew the presence he carries with him, I knew the way he carries himself when he walked. I knew he wasn't like other people and that's what attracted me to him, us to each other. The sad difference always was, he lived all the passions I was holding back.

When the night was half gone and I didn't want to say a word to him because I could bearly feel my existence in the room, we went out walking. We went out walking down the touristy streets of Times Square which I was indifferent to as a New Yawker. But then we walked pass this electronics store with speakers feeding the hungry passer-bys with music. A's a musican. He never let it go that I'm half the musician he is. Walking by that store we were for once in sync, looking each other finally, and mouthing the words, When I'm done with thinking/When I'm done with you/When I'm done with crying/When I'm done with you