"Feel like making love to you" --Bad Company

Back in the 80s, before I knew Hubs, there was Boyfriend. And Boyfriend worked with Jim. And Jim was seeing Betty. And we were in our twenties and thought we'd be all grown up and go out to a nice restaurant on a double date.

So we did.

And Betty got drunk off her ass on two drinks at dinner. She was slurring. She was staggering. It happens.*

After dinner, we all went back to my place. Once inside, Betty fell over the arm of the couch. Luckily, she landed somewhat on the couch.



Jim, looking embarrassed, explained that Betty was a bit of a lightweight, and gently but firmly righted her. Boyfriend and I played it down. I asked if they wanted some soda.

It was at this point that Betty spotted the CD rack. She went over and promptly found Anita Baker's Rapture, which was hugely popular at the time.

Betty: Ooooo, Anita Baker! Can we play it?

Me: Sure! I can put it on--

Jim: No, I don't think that's a good idea.

Betty, now holding the CD, throws her arms around Jim and almost misses: Come oooOOOoonnnn! Swee-et love, hear me calling out your na-a-ame, I feel no shame, I'm in love...

Jim, looking more awkward by the minute: Betty, honey, not here.

It became abundantly clear to Boyfriend and me that Betty and Jim had employed Rapture for, well, rapture. Jim managed to get Betty out the door and into his car, thank us, apologize again to us, and get them on their way in the blink of an eye.

Not for nothing did that album sell eight million copies. ;)

Take your pick...

Tangential question du jour: Are double dates a good idea or the work of the devil?

Direct question du jour: What music says sexy time to you?



* Sometimes to other people, even.