August 23, 2013

HEADS UP! Beginning next Friday, all stories in September will honor Barry Gibb to celebrate his birthday and anniversary with Linda. Since I have several great stories, I may post more than one per week.

This week’s post is about true devotion for our amazing Robin Gibb.

DISCLAIMER (This falls into the “sexy” category, so beware! Nothing offensive intended) Madeline just lost her heart to Robin, and that’s all there was to it!

MADELINE

Connecticut

I’m sure that a good shrink could explain why my Bee Gee story begins and ends with Robin Gibb. There is no rhyme or reason why I have been in love with him since I was 15. Total devotion!!! When I first started listening to the Bee Gees, I did so because my best friend Katie was given the “Spirits Having Flown” album for her birthday, and we’d play it together. I remember seeing photos of the brothers from “Night Fever” and loving Robin’s long hair and that little angel face. There was something behind that look on his face. I suspected he was the “you can’t judge a book by its cover” super sexy Bee Gee. He wasn’t “buff”, not the tall, dark, handsome one (God knows that Barry has that market covered and will until FOREVER) and Maurice was so sweet, but when Robin opened his mouth, I was hypnotized. I also suspected, with my raging teenage hormones, that having a relationship with this guy would be a once-in-a-lifetime experience. I ached for him and would lay on my pillow in bed listening to him sing, sure that he would adore me ,too, if only we could meet! He was my date to the prom, and my vacation lover who took me to the Bahamas. He was everything a boyfriend should be. My wildest fantasy dreams involved him loving me in any way and every way possible. Seeing him in concert was like a fantasy experience. My devotion extended into thirty years of loyalty, dreams, imaginary conversations, dinners, nights sitting on a terrace having tea and talking about whatever he wanted to talk about (I pictured him as the deep thinker, of course). A smart man is sexy, too. And then there was the amazing, graphic, fun stuff (which I can’t begin to write here). All of my dreams have had Robin at the core (talk about erotic delights!)…with him….sometimes on the beach, sometimes in a car, sometimes in a public place (elevator!) As I got older, I was even more crazy for him. I remember when “Size Isn’t Everything” was released and I heard him sing “For Whom The Bell Tolls”. I was ready to get into the car and drive to Miami Beach to somehow worship him. I didn’t know what I’d do; I just wanted to be near him. I think I loved the emotion in his voice that made me cry ( talk about passionate sound). Every single song he sang was a dream. I’m certainly not a teen any more and I’ve been married for many years, but that doesn’t change a thing in my head when it comes to  Robin. Of course I never meant any  disrespect to his real wife, but a girl just can’t fight her dreams. The music transports me to my own little world; he and I just drift away together when I take a bubble bath. Every woman is entitled to her “happy place”. Now I do respect the brothers and their talent and am so grateful for their voices. That’s the perk of having an imaginary love affair with a pop star. I always felt there was no other man like Robin Gibb. Being part of a totally unique sound always put him a step above any other man I ever knew and gave him even more sex appeal. In my head, I’ve always been the lucky girl. I will adore this man when I’m in retirement and collecting Social Security.