I had a woman over for dinner once, perhaps an american would call it a “date”, and we ate and drank wine and I had music on in the background of course. It was all very nice, talked and had a few laughs, etc, and she was the intellectual type, her dad was quite a famous translator, Anthony Burgess, et al, so I told about Graham Greene’s habit as a young man to play russian roulette, etc, and things went fine, it was a good time for both of us.
I did notice though, that she seemed a bit nervous, because quite obvious she were here to have sex, and she really never had any one night stands before, and had the impression that I was an experienced geezer in these matters.
So, finally in bed, she was a bit stiff, but I didn’t mind, why should I?, and thought I could enjoy her body with the couriousity of teenager, you know, I’ve never seen her naked before and and there was no hurry, and the fact that I was no teenager no more wasn’t a disadvantage of any kind. We had a bottle of red wine on the bedside table and nobody was going to work tomorrow anyhow.
Also, there was a tape running. Yes, this was in those days, in the nighties, when you recorded your own tapes with all sorts of music. And there was one of them tapes running with all kinds: Cohen, Dylan, Zeppelin, all you can ask for, but also I had thrown in a classical piece by Chopin. I enjoyed making tapes almost like paintings in those days.
Problem was, the Chopin bit was recorded in a much lower volume than the rest of the songs, so instead of a piano piece you got five or ten minutes of silence. Bad recording by me, but right now, I didn’t notice whether there was any music on or not. It was silent, half dark, and this naked body.
In the exact moment when my lips touched her left nipple, Elvis broke through with an enormous volume: “Treat my like a foool…! Treat me mean and cruel…”
We both broke out in laughter, and it kinda broke the ice on that night.
