I’ve been doing research for this story that I’m supposed to revise this weekend and turn in on Monday. If you’ve been reading lately, you’ll know that I’m stuck on writing a description of what two people falling in love looks like.
Yeah, I had no idea where to start with the research on that. Well, not without ending up in jail. My instructor suggested I read some stories, but there’s a time factor. So I crawled into bed and watched a bunch of chick flicks.
Three movies and six hours of my life I will never get back later, I got up, got dressed, synced my iPod and went for a run to shake off the sick feeling I had in the pit of my stomach after watching, from an analytical standpoint, Hollywood’s idea of what it looks like when two people fall in love. And I usually like chick flicks!
While I was running, I realized that I’ve already been doing the research. Yeah, I have most of my epiphanies when I’m running or right upon waking, but since I can’t sleep all the time and running allows me to polish off a pint of Rum Raisin ice cream without having to move up a pant size…
I’ve mentioned before all those times I’ve asked people how they met their spouse or significant others… Well, I have just a ton of love stories. Real ones. Ones that begin,
“He kind of annoyed me when we first met. I was out Salsa dancing with a bunch of friends. He asked me to dance. He was drunk, though, and he kept stepping on my toes…” and,
“I met her at a carnival, and she seemed pretty cool. So I asked her out…” and,
“I just heard his voice on the other end of the phone when he was calling about an order, and I knew he was the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. He was in a bad situation that kept getting worse. We became friends. And then we fell in love…” and,
“I asked her out when I met her at a party and she turned me down flat. So I asked her out the next time I saw her. She said no again. And then I asked her out again. That time she said she’d go out with me.”
So there you go. Problem solved. Now I just have to fill in the details.
By the way, I’m totally digging the playlist I’ve been running to lately. Here it is:
Spring Street by Dar Williams Great song about a woman working out whether or not to leave her man. I love it for the line: “The one who leaves this also grieves this…” If you haven’t heard it, download it immediately.
Joey by Concrete Blonde Hey there, big guy, I’m ready to try things again. Peel yourself out of that puddle of vomit and come get me.
Strange Currencies by R.E.M. How long are you going to make me stalk you before you’ll finally give in and love me back?
You Got Lucky by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers Woman, you’d better just shut your mouth when you’re talking to me. Haven’t you figured out yet that I’m the best you’re gonna get?
Call Me When You’re Sober by Evanescence Don’t even bother calling when you figure out what you want because it ain’t me. I’m bouncing. This is soooo over.
Mouthful of Cavities by Blind Melon I have no idea what this song is really about. But go download this one, too, and don’t let the talking at the beginning throw you off. It’s a completely cool song.
Interstate Love Song by Stone Temple Pilots I’m done with you, liar. Now just hand me my crack pipe, and I am outta here. Gotta train to catch.
I’m on Fire by Bruce Springsteen Since your man is out watching the game with the guys, how ’bout you come on out tonight and have sex with me. No, wait,.. It’ll be much hotter if you just let me come in so we can do it here,.. and besides there’s a game on… Got a beer?
As my complaint rock leanings will indicate, I have a tendency to just analyze stuff to death. Seriously, my head is usually filled with so many details and questions that I find it hard to narrow it down to just the issue at hand, and running works better than anything else I’ve tried as far as finally just working stuff out.
I usually figure what’s really bugging me by about the middle of “Joey” when I’m about three big blocks down and two blocks farther into my neighborhood and passing the big gorgeous brick house set back on this huge corner lot.
I work it though and figure out the answer before the end of “Mouthful of Cavities” when I’m leaving the Swann Park area and the shade of the low hanging trees hiding all those big Mediterranean houses built in the 1920’s.
I coast home on “I’m on Fire,” which by that time is an apt description of my physical state.
That’s just about thirty minutes, a pair of running shoes, and an iPod to solve pretty much any problem. Not bad.
It’s gotta be better than going into therapy.