I just saw that Jessy J is at Vitello’s tonite. She is one of smooth jazz saxophonist babes. Legs for days. There was a time where I could gotten the best table in the house right by the green room and I could have watched her whole set and begun to feel like a sleazelag because I’d only be there because I thought she was hot. And then she would have been introduced to me by April the manager, who would bring her up between sets to my table and Jessy J would be all nice and very sweet and hope like hell I had liked her show and would interview her. And I’d be polite and say I liked the show when actually all I’d been doing was looking at her legs and feeling like a dirty old man.
I emailed this to a friend of mine. She’s a singer and beautiful. She said not once? You never went to see a smooth jazz saxophonist just because she was hot? I said no. She said but why not?
All I could think of was integrity…but felt real dumb saying so.
She laughed. Darn that integrity anyway, she said. LOL.
I said oh well.