ExposedNYC

Okay, sometimes people break through your defensive wall harder than Brian Urlacher at the line of scrimmage. In other words, all expectations have exceptions.

Prince is my prime example of everything that goes against my type. First of all, the guy stands at 5’2”, practically a prerequisite for guys I wouldn’t give a second glance at.

Second, the guy wears purple. And lace. And high heels, probably better than I do. I can’t imagine pulling off his Super Bowl Performance headband without drawing comparisons to Aunt Jemima.

But there’s something about him. The man exudes raw sexuality. I knew this from a young age because I took dance classes from a woman who played his music for us on a regular basis. I developed an understanding and appreciation for how his words could stir up images and emotions you didn’t know you had.

It wasn’t until I saw him in concert that I realized how strong his power was. In a moment of silence, the simple turn of his head sent shivers throughout a stadium. The charisma he exudes is undeniable, and I came back the following night and bought $10 nosebleed seats from a scalper, just to be in the same room as this phenomenal man again.

So, there are always exceptions to any rule. If I met Prince on the street tomorrow, and he were to offer me one night with his shorter-than-average, poetic genius I would not bat an eye before agreeing. Some rules are just meant to be broken.

Share This