Scary Saxophone Guy

There are stereotypes out there about musicians, and I don't mean the general ones.  The uppity bitches play the flute (that'd be me, ha!), the quiet ones play the clarinet, the obnoxious & chauvinistic a@@holes play the trumpet, and the creepy Euro-sleaze guys play the sax.

Ugh.  I've been around musicians long enough to confirm these stereotypes, especially the creepy sax one.  And my apologies to any sax player who isn't criminally creeptastic- of course, stereotypes don't cover everyone.  Just the majority.

Anyway, my point.... As soon as I saw this guy at my first symphonic band rehearsal in college, he just screamed out "epitome of sleazy sax", and I nicknamed him Scary Saxophone Guy.  He was about twice my age.  He wasn't a student, or a TA, or a professor.  Just some guy there ogling the college chicks.

Back in those days, I had some mad ogling potential.  I was a trim size 6, with long blondish hair and long legs, and I seldom left my apartment wearing sweats.  I took pride in the way I looked, and I knew my legs and a$$  looked killer in some heels.  If a guy was checking me out, I'd feel flattered... but this guy didn't make me feel flattered at all.  He made me feel like I needed a shower.

He'd stare at me all rehearsal.  He had a psychotic, possessed smile on his face the entire time he'd talk to me.  He asked me lots of questions about Hubby (we were dating at the time), and once wrote me a love letter, saying that I was "ravishing" and he couldn't take his eyes off me.  I wish I still had that letter... I think I burned it.

Hubby knew all about Scary Saxophone Guy.  So did my conductor.  I think people thought it was pathetic and hilarious.  I felt like he was undressing me with his eyes, so I was very uncomfortable... although I did see the hilarity.  The guy was in his mid-40s, trolling the college campus for young chicks to hit on.  PATHETIC.

After my graduation in '03, I didn't see him again, until this past weekend.  He saw me, he recognized me, then didn't say a word.  Of course, I don't look as fab as I did a decade ago, but I was very relieved.  And also very amused that apparently he is still trolling for chicks at a college campus ten years later.