FORGET ABOUT YOUR BOYFRIEND
Once upon a time, long ago, in a place, far, far away, there was this boy who woke up with this girl. Tuesday was her favorite day. She’d rush out to the computer to jump onto ITunes because on Tuesday, she got two songs for free. And when she downloaded those songs, she would be so delighted that she would play them over and over, as loud as her tiny little lap top speakers would pump them out distorted.
Most of the time the boy could care less about the music, as it was mostly rap music with lyrics indistinguishable. He’d lay in bed covering his head with the pillow as the house rocked with simple counting or alphabet lyrics in monotone anger underscored by repeat garage band rhythms.
On this one Tuesday, the girl selected a strange song that haunted the boy. She’d dance around the house like a combination Persian Belly Dancer/African Tribal Booty Shaker, and sing the lyrics in his face. The chorus for the lyrics went something like this:
“…Forget about your boyfriend and meet me at the hotel room, you can bring your girlfriends and meet me at the hotel room, We at the hotel, motel, holiday inn…”
The boy was terrorized. Something about the girl dancing around, singing those words in front of him early in the morning made him feel like he was going to be the next victim of some horrible atrocity.
As the girl picked her second selection, she left it on her computer while she jumped in the shower, leaving the boy to ponder the significant meaning of the words… unless there was no significance at all.
The lyrics to the second on song on two for Tuesday went something like this:
“Remember those walls I built, Well, baby they’re tumbling down. And they didn’t even put up a fight. They didn’t even make up a sound. I found a way to let you in. But I never really had a doubt. Standing in the light of your halo. I got my angel now…”
The boy laid there in bed as the song ended. He denied the bipolar exhibition and was left with a warm reassured feeling. He could hear the girl still in the shower, as the music retreated from the silence. He got up to open the bathroom door and embrace her warmly.
Upon opening the door and through the static sounding shower head blasting, could hear her singing behind the curtain..
“…Forget about your boyfriend and meet me at the hotel room, you can bring your girlfriends and meet me at the hotel room, We at the hotel, motel, holiday inn…”
Disturbed and confused, he would always remember Tuesdays.
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Girls are there to confuse us. Pitbull just helps in their mission.
Ahhh… Katy, my fellow word-slinger, true true.
Awww–I missed the free Pittbull download, bummer. He’s my ringtone and it TOTALLY embarrasses my son when his Dad calls and the phone shakes out “I KNOW YOU WANT ME!” So not a soccer mom ringtone–oh well. At any rate–I just wanted to say I love this because I completely get the Tuesday excitement. I love me some free downloads and my husband just does not get my visceral connection to music (all kinds of music).” He denied the bipolar exhibition and was left with a warm reassured feeling.” Yup yup, that’s what they do. Dance in the refuge of your deep secret place, girl.