As someone who always needs more motivation to make time for writing, I’m so thankful that Danielle of Sometimes Sweet, has started the Journal Days project. So what is Journal Days? Well, every Sunday Danielle is sharing a prompt and on Thursday will be publishing her reply. Everyone participating is asked to comment on the post with a few lines from their response and a link to their post. I think one of the coolest things about blogging is the community surrounding it – so this is really a win, win for me! Feel free to join along, too! It’s never too late to start. Anyway, enough rambling. On to this week’s prompt…
We all have songs that really mean something to us. Often just hearing it can take us right back to that place and we are able to re-experience the memory associated with the song. Sometimes good, sometimes bad, but either way music has the ability to really draw things out of us and evoke deep emotion. Choose a song that has a particular meaning to you. Tell the story of the memory associated with the song, sharing as much detail as you can. Take us there; let us experience it with you.
Keith and I made things way more complicated than we needed to in our first month or so of knowing each other. He had just come out of a long-term relationship, we were both dating other people, and we were both just so scared of getting hurt, we couldn’t quite let our walls down but it was obvious. This was happening and nothing could stop it. Ya know how sometimes art reflects life and sometimes life reflects art, well our story is definitely the later. This was the kind of love you just know is there. The kind where everyone who meets you just knows that this is the kind everyone is looking for. It wasn’t caught up in the lust and passion, it was deeper. We met and felt like we’d known each other for years. I know, I can’t believe I’m saying this. I didn’t believe in this nonsense. But the day I met him, I knew there was no getting out of this one. My heart was a goner. So yeah – why didn’t we just shut up and make it happen? Because we were both way too scared.
But one night, everything just sort of erupted. I’d woken up sure I was moving on. We were done. This was over. He wasn’t ready to commit and I wasn’t ready to deal with this for months and months. Plans changed, though. A girlfriend and I had a serious miscommunication and ended up cities apart from one another, so there I was in Hollywood with nowhere to go. Keith had a show, I did know that but I didn’t want him to know I knew. But I should go, it would be fun and maybe something might happen or maybe he would be excited to see me or who knew what could happen. All those reasons popped into my mind, but let’s be real. The reason I decided to go? Well, I’d gotten dressed up and was even wearing my brand new flamingo dress that I loved and someone needed to see it. It worked out well that I ended up being able to go, because Keith’s best friend didn’t realize it was 21+ so she couldn’t get in and ended up leaving. That meant Keith needed a ride home. Perfect, I thought! That was exactly how I could bring up all the weirdness and see where this was going.
We drove home and had so much fun! I remembered why I was so into him in the first place, and forgot all about moving on. As always, we both got hungry because the show ended late and dinner had been hooours before so we found a place close to home that we’d never gone to. I’m not joking when I say we ate the dinner in a Chinese family’s living room. We shared a plate of broccoli chicken and whispered because we didn’t want to interrupt the soap opera they were watching. Going out with Keith was always fun, and it still is. That’s one of my favorite things about him – no matter what we’re doing or what’s going on – he can make it fun.
Then we went home and things got even more awkward. Why were pretending like we weren’t going to kiss? I remember, Keith got up to turn on the music and conveniently it was one of my favorite bands. Ha, he thought he was so slick but I saw right through it. Then, he sat back on the couch and awkwardly told me he wanted me to be his girlfriend. I know – how weird. We were two grown ups and he was asking me to be his girlfriend. It felt like something I should have to be in 10th grade to experience, but whatever. It happened. And ya know what? I loved it. Then guess what happened immediately after asking him if he was really sure that was what he wanted and after planting a wet one on him for saying he was sure?
The song changed. And guess what came on? Shiksa (Girlfriend) by Say Anything. Why is that significant? It was the band we listened to and talked about for an hour the first time we hung out. And why else? Well, for anyone not familiar with early 2000’s pop-punk, the first line of this song was:
“Girlfriend now, I have a girlfriend now.”
No, I’m not kidding. That song. Played. Within 30-seconds. Of Keith saying “I want you to be my girlfriend”. That. Song. Played. It could not have been more perfectly timed, unless of course I’d said no and thrown a drink in his face. Then not only would I have broken his heart, but the universe would have been giving him a huge middle finger. Luckily, I was like totally on board with being his girlfriend – no matter how lame it sounded.
Our whole relationship has felt like a movie to me, and I think this is probably why. Like – how could it not be perfect with such a great origin story?! You got nothing on us, Batman. Oh and just a year and a half into our relationship and we’ve seen Say Anything (or just the lead-singer, Max) three times. They’ve become our band. And yeah, I know, that sounds super lame too. But guess what? Most of my favorite moments with Keith are semi-related to a Say Anything song and I freaking love how cheese ball that is.
(This is one of the first pictures we took together and it was kind of a total accident. But doesn’t it look like an indie band’s album cover? I know. It totally does. Also look at Keith’s ridiculous side burns! If I fell for him with those, well, that’s how we know it’s true love.)