Hey Good Lookin'
Hey good lookin’, what you got cookin,’ how about cookin’ somethin’ up for me
While I’m walking on the Boardwalk, I hear somebody singing that and it still makes smile so many years later. Zachary would sing it to me and it would send chills up my spine. Boys and men had been looking at me forever, but nobody had ever seemed to pierce my soul before. It humbled me, and excited me, and made me forget that other people existed.
He would always sing it during one of his very infrequent public appearances; usually a pity performance somebody arranged for me. For some reason I knew many club owners, managers, bartenders and/or bouncers. Thought that every sorta pretty girl did. While I took my status for granted, I never understood it, and spent endless megayears analyzing my appeal. That couldn’t have been a very attractive trait. I analyzed everything to death and beyond, and even then knew I was wasting my time.
When I was in a bad mood or had a cold, Zachary thought that I could be ugly in the way only beautiful women could be. That wasn’t very helpful.
Most people I knew turned to EST or Life Spring or some other new age miracle method in a quest to understand their inner selves. I turned to my inner self, pot and sex, especially once I met Zachary. In sex we were equal or more; in sex Zachary didn’t endlessly repeat sentences, in sex I didn’t lecture and/or analyze.
hey good looking All it took was that one phrase, and I was his.
Hmm.. Thats a nice story.
I really love these personal posts. Beautiful.
how beautiful that even when you were ‘ugly’, you were so in a beautiful way to him.
cool story
david has a way of saying “baby” to me when he is in the wrong and know I am getting pissed off with him. not enough (yet) to get angry, but enough for him to make one last attempt to cheer me up. “Baby” (said in a very particular voice and with a VERY particular look in his eyes) can often turn a very nasty situation to a VERY good one! except if we’re driving hehe!!
I like Zachary I think, though so far i don’t trust him….
Ah, memories! To be young again and to have a rematch with certain men. Sounds like you have good reasons to remember Zachary the way you do. The story is unfolding nicely.
How funny. I have fond memories of that phrase from when I was 12 and at summer camp. I was at a girl’s camp in Oregon (the boy’s camp was on the other side of the lake) and we had a co-ed dinner dance. One of the boy campers left a note under my dinner plate that read ‘Hey Good Lookin’, Watcha Got Cookin’?’ and he signed his name. I was so flattered that I asked around to find who wrote the note and whether or not it was a dare (I mean, we were 12 after all). Turns out the boy who wrote it had been fancying me during our co-ed activities all summer. We met up later that night by the lake and I had my first kiss under the stars. Thanks for reminding me of such a great memory!
I like how you’re reminiscing about Zachary. He’s getting new life the last couple weeks.
That presents a nice vignette in my mind. The soul piercing is a nice way to put it. I’ve never had a soul piercing experience of any kind but hopefully someday……..you at least make me want one.
Doug that was very funny, I’m writing it and I just got it!