a year agoAnd I got to thinking — was jazz a sign that things with Big could go anywhere (even Paris)? Or was it just a sign that he couldn’t commit, to me or a verse refrain? And if he had never fallen for a catchy hook — could he hook me? Perhaps Big and I could only work when we were swinging — something I, a sex columnist, am far too prudish to entertain in more than just the metaphorical sense. 🎺🎺🎺
