Hey baby won’t you look my way
I can be your new addiction
I’m 46. Does liking Neon Trees make me an aging hipster or just a dude who likes good music? Now that I think about it I also like Silversun Pickups which probably means I might possibly be a bit of a hipster. Damn.
I kind of like being an addiction. My Muse tells me she’s addicted to me. Actually she said, “gotta have you”, but addiction was definitely implied. Until I heard this song I always thought that if a chick was addicted to a guy it was in the stalker sense. I still think that’s generally the case, though in this case it’s not the case. The overall message of the song isn’t what I want to project but there are several key phrases which make me think of her in a non-stalker kind of way.
I was on the east coast a couple weeks ago visiting my Muse and after climbing on a plane to return home I found myself seated next to a gentleman who needed a seat belt extender. This guy also had extremely wide shoulders which made the three-and-a-half hour flight to Dallas all the more uncomfortable. After the flight attendant dude said it was cool to listen to music, I grabbed my iPod and hit shuffle. This was the first song that played and as it did, I thought about my chick and it made me smile a bit.
And that was when I kissed her
And then she made my lips hurt
I thought back to when I got off the plane two-and-a-half days before and when I kissed her for the first time since August. It didn’t physically hurt, but there was some definite pressure being applied. To be fair, the pressure was being applied from both sides. To be clear, it was a gentle pressure.
I went back east to have a couple of meetings about my book and the conversations appeared to be pretty positive. I also got to spend some much needed time with her, which was a huge bonus. I’ve been stressing like crazy for several months but when I got off the plane and had the semi-makeout session in the baggage claim I started feeling relaxed and comfortable. That feeling lasted until shortly after being dropped off at the airport.
Strangely enough, the feeling stopped about the same time the very nasty American Airlines ticket agent started sticking her nose in places it didn’t need to be. That’s another story for another post. Suffice it to say I will NEVER fly them again because of the woman at the ticket counter and the woman at the gate who was rude and nasty to every person she came into contact with. Back to the blog post…
Take me to your love shack
That’s actually none of your damn business. Same with
Hey sugar show me all your love
Suffice it to say a good time was had by all. By “all” I mean “both”. We hung at the grave of Edgar Allen Poe, ate breakfast at a place featured on Diners, Drive-ins and Dives and had lunch at another Triple-D location. The breakfast joint had something called Cap’n Crunch french toast, which I didn’t have because I recently lost 60 pounds and didn’t want to tack any weight back on. In retrospect I should have eaten the damn french toast and biked more when I got home. It looked really good.
My Muse had the special which was a mix of hash browns, eggs, hollandaise sauce and fresh Maryland crab, which was appropriate considering we were in Maryland. Word on the street is that one bite will make you say, “Sweet baby Jesus” which is why the special is called Sweet Baby Jesus. The lunch place was pretty rad too. You wouldn’t think you could find great Mexican food in the corner of a gas station, but you can.
Hey honey you could be my drug
You could be my new prescription
When I’m feeling stressed or having self-esteem issues, she’s there with the right thing to say. Or not say, depending on the situation. It’s weird to think someone so far away can pull me off the proverbial ledge, but she can and has on too many occasions. I want her to know I appreciate that. I’m sure those within my immediate physical proximity at the time I’m stressing appreciate it too.
It’s cool when you have someone who seems to be the missing piece in your life. Someone who can be the yin to your yang or the Vera to your Wang. Yes, I know that sounded dirty. It’s why I wrote it. My point is that I’m grateful to have someone in my life who can be my sounding board, who gives me ideas and who truly wants to help me be a better person. It’s not what I’m used to and it feels kind of good. I’m thinking I could possibly get used to the good feeling. And by “possibly” I mean “probably”.
Don’t forget to let me know about the hipster thing. I really want to know.