Okay, Helvi, I’ve teased you and kept you on tenterhooks long enough; it’s time to put you out of your misery. First, however, let me set the scene, Paula’s Easter Party, a couple of months ago.

Me with longer hair, flying the flag at Paul and Kaz' birthday party, December last year.

The first time I met Karen was at the birthday party she and Paula shared in December last year; we all went out for Pizza at Cafe Primo somewhere in the wild northern suburbs of Adelaide. I must say it was a beaut pizza, including Kalamata olives and anchovies, salami and everything that makes a great pizza!
The next time I met Karen was at Paula’s Easter bash… Earlier in the evening I’d ensconced myself in a corner on the lounge and set up my music for a bit of a jam.
The photos were all taken by Paula (thanks Paula!) but she didn’t get photos of the other two females who came to sit next to me and sing along:
The first was Swannee’s fourteen year old daughter; a gorgeous red-haired girl with a rosy complexion, snub nose and the cutest freckles; and like most teenage girls, she was an imperious madam who ordered me to play, one after the other, the three or four songs she’d recognized out of the three songbooks I’d taken along, before finally crashing out on the lounge and having dad come and take her off to bed.
Then Elaine came to sit next to me and sing along; afraid I’ve no picture of Elaine either; she’s an attractive woman perhaps a few years or so my senior. She sang along too, and stroked my left thigh for a while before wandering off to get drunk…
Finally, Karen came and sat next to me; she really enjoyed the music and sang along most enthusiastically. Her boyfriend however, was, I think, most definitely not impressed; check out the look on his face:

Karen really enjoyed my music...

From the look on her boyfriend’s face, he was  most certainly not impressed; if looks could kill, I don’t think I’d have survived to tell the tale. Later in the evening, in the garden, Karen and he came to ‘thank’ me for my music; Karen said she’d enjoyed it immensely, and I said it was great fun and that I’d like to do it again sometime. Her boyfriend gave me an extremely ‘dominant male’ handshake, and said, with a rather menacing tone in his voice, “Yeah, thanks! I’ll see YOU later!”
Now if I were twenty years younger, and twenty years less wise, not to mention, if I had both my feet in ‘fighting-fit’ condition, I must admit I could quite possibly really go for an attractive (dammit, she’s gorgeous, isn’t she?) brunette temptress who likes to sing along with me. But now I realize her name has an unusual spelling, it’s Karen, spelled with a capital ‘T-R-O-U-B-L-E’….
Sorry to disappoint you, Helvi, when you were expecting a tale of romance, rather than of temptation resisted, but I must say that it lifted my spirits considerably to know that at 55 years of age, I can still make other, considerably younger, men jealous!
I’ve still got it!
😉