Man I Need

I’ve been loving Olivia Dean’s song

Man I Need lately.

It just makes me feel good.

The groove, the lyrics, the rhythm —

it’s somehow smooth and upbeat at the same time.

Like it’s impossible to listen to without

my mood shifting,

and my hips swaying,

“Looks like we’re making up for lost time…

Bossa Nova on all night…

it’s like a type of alchemy.”

That’s exactly what it feels like,

a little bit of alchemy.

And when she sings,

“Just come be the man I need…

tell me you got something to give, I want it…

I kinda like it when you call me wonderful,”

it’s not desperate or dramatic.

It’s confident. Playful. Sure of itself.

I think that’s what I love about it most.

It’s a song that owns its desire without apology.

It’s light but not shallow.

Fun but still grounded.

By the time the bridge comes,

“Talk to me, talk to me,

be the man that I need, baby”

I’m smiling.

Not because I’m thinking about anyone in particular,

but because it feels good to give the universe a hint —

confident, a little flirty, and right on beat.