It was better to get off the couch and out of the house. Even in the mitten state in late January/early February, outside is less bleak, less hopeless. Especially with the unseasonably mild air crisp with the promise of spring. Mesmerized by the twilight skyline from my office window. A bit of spring in my step as I walked to the parking garage. I cross against the light, mindful but not especially concerned about the cop car sitting in front of the building.
Then, the cop car's lights flash at me. And I think: seriously? (Yes, I may have watched several episodes of Grey's Anatomy during my couch convalescence and may tend to over-identify with Meredith Grey. Aside from the not being a surgeon [law school debt is bad enough], or the daughter of a surgeon, or skinny. But the unavailable [at least in the beginning married] McDreamy, a silver airstream, a propensity for the [wrong] boys and the booze).
Just as I am thinking that I should have extended my couch convalescence. That a ticket for jaywalking will make me the laughingstock of well, everyone. The window comes down and I spot a familiar face. Smiling dark eyes that drank me in one Summer night. As we bonded over a shared history of the ones that got away. Dark brown eyes with a bit of a twinkle, a bit of darkness, far too much pain. Way too cute.
Randomness. But randomness that made me smile. And resolve to never venture forth without lipstick.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=njD5lh0vPfs
Fools like Me, Lisa Loeb, who I believe is among those haunted by the ones who got away. In other words, a kindred spirit:
Everybody go
The party's over
I want to be alone in my head
In my bed tonight
You never show
You must really love her
You think I don't know
But I do, yeah it's true
I think over is over
I'm right back where I started
(when it comes to wanting you)
I can't have what I wanted
[Chorus]
But I did, I can
I was, I am
Only human, living, dying
Just like any fool who ever breathed
If love is blind
If love's a drug
It always is
It always was and
Love was surely made for fools like me
I know where I'm going
I'm tripping I'm sliding around
That's ok
At least I'm excited
It wasn't how I planned it
(wasn't how I planned it
Feet are where I landed
At least I understand it now)
My feet are where I landed
(feet are staying on the ground)
[Chorus]
Fools like me
Fools like me
I did, I can
I was, I am
Only human, living, dying
Just like any fool who ever breathed
Maybe it's the sanest thing
Or just the sweetest kind of dream
But love was surely made for fools
(Love was surely made for fools)
Love was surely made for fools
(Love was surely made for fools)
Love was surely made for fools like me
