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isn’t this what’s called romance
A couple weeks ago, my husband and I were lying in bed (whatever, we're married so I can say that without a single person imagining us doing anything but sleeping) and I somehow became absorbed with the fact that I did not know EXACTLY what color his eyes were as you know there will be a quiz on this one day, when our application to the Newlywed Game is finally accepted.
It turns out that they are blue-ish, which I knew, but there’s all this crazy stuff going on in them: brown spots on the right from ten till noon, but only one splotch on the left. (Man, this stuff is riveting, isn’t it?) Then I realized that he looked really freaky with his eyes bugged out for my viewing ease and so I made him put them back in their sockets and look at mine instead. (Yes, yes, I am just killing you with the Boring, I know.) Which is essentially an excuse to play another round of Do You See the Green? There’s Green in There. Don’t You See It? And to be nice, he agrees but he doesn’t actually see green because my eyes are as brown as pools of, anyhoo.
Alex then leaned into me as close as a man about to sing ever should, and crooned a dramatic, sarcastic, “I get lost, in your eyes…”
And in the moments that followed, I almost got served with divorce papers, and not a one of you would have blamed him. Because as it turns out, when it’s my turn to sarcastically sing the next line of a Debbie Gibson song, I am incapable of doing it sarcastically, or stopping at one line.
No, I bellowed out the remainder of this Electric Youth chart-topper, this Long Distance Dedication, each and every word. I lay in our bed and sang my impassioned heart out. I approximated the high notes; I swooshed over and under the lows. My voice ricocheted off our bedroom walls as every gay man in our building quivered in disgust. I sang and I sang; my eyes closed, my brow furrowed with emote, and when the last flat note escaped my lips, I reopened my eyes to find the love of my life before me, scared shitless.
Satisfied like a pig in a pool of anyhoo, I rolled over and went to sleep.
comments (18)
Sometimes, ya just gotta sing. Or was it dance?
1 | Jenn | May 2, 2006 07:34 PM
I want to hear you sing Deb! Can you post links to audio?
2 | Jen | May 2, 2006 09:10 PM
Sadly, I remember lying in bed at night as, what, an eleven-year old, crying REAL TEARS and mouthing the lyrics to that song, feeling so very tragic as I thought about Nathan King in the fourth grade.
Now, I just realized I don't think I remember any of the lyrics beyond, "I get lost in your eyes, and my ? something start to rise." Oh well. I'm glad you rocked the house with your rendition. Tonight you should take hold of Alex's hand, meaningfully look into his eyes and belt out "I Think We're Alone Now."
3 | Nancy | May 3, 2006 09:48 AM
Tina hates it when I sing, in a kind of "gee I love to hate when that girl that loves me sings cheezee songs like "so dahlin, save the last dance fo-hor me".
I do have a talent, I can dance very seductively, so I use that as my weapon of choice, cause as much as I lo-ove to sing, even with a bucket I can't carry a note.
Who doesn't like a nice "whooaa-whoaa-whooaa" when its done with feeling? Its the thought that counts :) go Deb!
4 | jezzie | May 3, 2006 10:32 AM
"...and I feel, my spirits rise!" That post made me laugh. I am forever a Debbie Gibson lover and have belted out that song probably more times than should be allowed.
5 | Kim | May 3, 2006 11:48 AM
It is this post when I am reminded yet again about why I shouldn't be reading this blog at work. My co-workers looking at me in confusion as tears run out of my eyes and I am doubled up on the floor laughing.
6 | Jess | May 3, 2006 01:43 PM
Made me giggle...
Im sucha dork I had to go download it to remember the song..
I could blame it on my age (cough39ishandholdingcough).. or the fact that i may have abused a few too many brain cells...
7 | Cupcakes | May 3, 2006 07:53 PM
follow up
OMG.. i just got back from the bank.. this song came on muzak.. i totally giggled and felt the need to humm along... the bf gave me the corner eye stare.. as if to say.. "wtf are you doing will you su before you make an ass of yourself.."
That rooled (sic)
8 | Cupcakes | May 3, 2006 08:41 PM
Now THAT is true romance- in its purest and most organice form.
9 | Bronxgal | May 5, 2006 11:11 AM
My husband's eyes are grey green and they roll emphatically whenever i sing Debbie Gibson in bed.
10 | BOSSY | May 5, 2006 02:25 PM
Owning up to Debbie Gibson this early in your marriage can only mean you must be a very, very brave girl.
11 | the bee | May 6, 2006 04:26 AM
I really had to sit here and think about what comes after that first bit. I mean really sit here and think HARD. But, as all bad 80s music does eventually, it came back to me. AND NOW IT WON'T GO AWAY. Thanks, Deb :P
12 | Teresa | May 6, 2006 11:26 PM
"And I feeeeeeel my spirits rise, and soar like the wiiiind, is this loooove that I am in..."
You got off easy. Could have embarrassed yourself with some Tiffany or something truly shameful.
PS, Deb Smitten...Deb Gibson. Food for thought. I mean think about it...who's ever seen those two in the same place at the same time?
13 | Esther Kustanowitz | May 7, 2006 04:54 PM
Love your "blob" (I still can't get over that as its the kind of thing my mum, (who calls my ipod my "tripod") would say.
Anyways, this has nothing to do with your latest post, but I thought I would give it a try.
A friend of mine is going to Paris w/ her husband and is looking for a small, boutique type, super romantic hotel to stay in. Was the place you and Alex stayed in any of these things, and would you be willing to share info w/ me?
Thanks!
14 | Dani | May 8, 2006 09:33 AM
...Hey, did something happen to your RSS feed? Because the last entry on it is a month old, and I had to come over and play catch-up.
15 | Tiffany | May 9, 2006 08:50 PM
I feel 100 times better knowing that I'm not the only one who lies in bed thinking, "Are they hazelish, or greenish, or bluish?"
Thank you.
16 | stephanie | May 17, 2006 10:47 AM
In the 7th grade, I remember Doug Fanson, the hottest boy in school, doing his pubescent rendition with lyrics such as 'I Get Lost In Your Thighs, and I feel my penis rise'. If he wasn't such an arrogant sonofabitch, I would've been in love.
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