You're Just a Steppin Stone
They had met years ago.
She fell in love with him immediately. This was back when he could still get girls with his star power. Before he decided to settle down for the umpteenth time with a woman who could and would take care of him. Back when he still had all his Mojo workin on every audience member.
Funny to think that instead of wishing back his twenties, he was now looking back on the glory days of his early 60's.
She was a great dancer. Sexually adventurous, available and eager. That beauty of youth that looks the same on every Girl, before she has grown into the Woman. And she worked hard to stand out in the crowd, to get him to notice her. He did without her trying, but as usual, he just sat back and let her do her performance.
Yelled loudest. Danced hardest. She had an award carved. "Sexiest Man in the World".
There was minimal conversation after the shows. The band and hangers on would be hanging out. She was too clever. Her jokes were biting. She seemed to agree with everyone, told all the band members how terrific they were. But picked up on subtleties. She knew they didn't have enough money to keep everything in good repair. Weren't organized. A girl like her could really whip them into shape. In short, she scared him.
He kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. When girls try THAT hard, there is something else going on. They want the fantasy of "being selected", He seemed to be low hanging fruit, and once she got him, she might get bored. Move on to someone more famous, younger, richer. It had happened before.
And then she stopped coming. Seemed to be talking to some other man in the audience (Wait, wasn't she a lesbian? Didn't she say I was the only man?)
She stopped coming. He forgot because he assumed she forgot.
Or worse. That she had moved on.
As they all do.
When he did think about her, it was in a minor key. Maybe he wasn't famous or sexy enough for her after all. He had aged out of his Mojo. He last best chance to Be Used. And now, he just wasn't useful anymore.
*"(I'm not your) Steppin Stone by the Monkees
They had met years ago.
She fell in love with him immediately. This was back when he could still get girls with his star power. Before he decided to settle down for the umpteenth time with a woman who could and would take care of him. Back when he still had all his Mojo workin on every audience member.
Funny to think that instead of wishing back his twenties, he was now looking back on the glory days of his early 60's.
She was a great dancer. Sexually adventurous, available and eager. That beauty of youth that looks the same on every Girl, before she has grown into the Woman. And she worked hard to stand out in the crowd, to get him to notice her. He did without her trying, but as usual, he just sat back and let her do her performance.
Yelled loudest. Danced hardest. She had an award carved. "Sexiest Man in the World".
There was minimal conversation after the shows. The band and hangers on would be hanging out. She was too clever. Her jokes were biting. She seemed to agree with everyone, told all the band members how terrific they were. But picked up on subtleties. She knew they didn't have enough money to keep everything in good repair. Weren't organized. A girl like her could really whip them into shape. In short, she scared him.
He kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. When girls try THAT hard, there is something else going on. They want the fantasy of "being selected", He seemed to be low hanging fruit, and once she got him, she might get bored. Move on to someone more famous, younger, richer. It had happened before.
And then she stopped coming. Seemed to be talking to some other man in the audience (Wait, wasn't she a lesbian? Didn't she say I was the only man?)
She stopped coming. He forgot because he assumed she forgot.
Or worse. That she had moved on.
As they all do.
When he did think about her, it was in a minor key. Maybe he wasn't famous or sexy enough for her after all. He had aged out of his Mojo. He last best chance to Be Used. And now, he just wasn't useful anymore.
*"(I'm not your) Steppin Stone by the Monkees
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