Today's guest blogger is Marla/FADKOG from the extremely funny ...For A Different Kind Of Girl. Marla might very well be the world's hottest bookseller (Don't believe me? Read the comments on her blog and check out the number of guys fawning all over her.). Marla also has great taste in music (Hell, she's the only person I've ever encountered online that's heard of The Rainmakers (She was actually in one of their videos (How cool is that?))), which is the reason I asked her to be my very first Guest DJ. See? I'm kind of like Kevin Smith. I use the same actors over and over.
She was paid handsomely for the kind things she wrote about me below. You don't think someone would do such a thing just for the hell of it, do you?
When I was 14 and spent my weekends watching Friday Night Videos, I made a vow to myself that I would never date a boy who didn't have the same firey passion for music as I did. The simple fact was, I needed someone secure enough in themselves to accept the fact that, regardless of the good times we had together, I'd one day leave them and become Mrs. Simon LeBon. Nevermind that "would never" was more realistically "might never," for it wasn't like a lot of boys were clamoring to date the photo editor of the school yearbook. I know that sounds sad, but I was OK with it, because what if TBS Night Tracks decided to show the unedited version of "Girls On Film" that night? I'd be screwed, and not as in cheap cheerleader on prom night style.
A few years later, I emerged as a glorious butterfly from the cocoon of the school darkroom and took off flying, minus the vow I made for myself. With couple boyfriends who said they liked Men At Work, but failed to prove it when tested, I eventually found myself back in front of the television on Friday night, puffy-eyed from crying over a break up and hours spent watching MTV. Irritated I hadn't held strong to my promise, I heeded the sage advice of Matthew and Gunnar Nelson, who, in their classic "After The Rain," told me "He never really loved you from the start. The only thing he ever gave you was a broken heart. Don't be afraid to lose what was never meant to be..."
It was time to recommit. I decided right then that I must return to my bleached blonde, severely shaved roots and seek out a partner who completed me and my collection of Prince albums.
I tell you all this not as a confession of my overall lameness, but as my professed and entirely blogical adoration of Chag. Chag is, I believe, the epitome of the type of person I would have attempted to charm back in my dating days. And by attempted, I mean we would have been at the same party, and maybe (because we're quite shy) we would have looked at each other and been all, "Hey," and "Hey yourself," and then moved on. But I would have asked all my friends about him, and then pulled a Blaine in Pretty in Pink and sent him kick ass computer messages in the school library until he agreed to hang out with me. A couple awkward dates later, we probably would have opted for a cool friendship.
But we would have still rocked prom together (theme - "Puttin' On The Ritz") hardcore!
Perhaps my confession comes as a shock to Chag. Or maybe that time he emailed me and told me I'd quickly tire of real life him and his real life ways after I proposed marriage in recent comments was his way of telling me to step off. If so, I'm sorry. I can't quit you! I believe we are equally snarky, as tightly wound, wonderfully cheap, and share a heartfelt respect for Cinderella.
The band. Not so much the fairy tale.
Also, the man is incredibly helpful (please hurry back and talk me down from setting a season pass on my TiVO for the new season of The Two Coreys, Chag!). Chag is the boy I vowed to spend the rest of my life with when I was 14. He's lucky our paths have only crossed via our blogs, because I can be pretty seductive in the way I say "Hey." I consider myself lucky our paths crossed this way because it took someone like Chag, with his equally fiery appreciation of music, to stand up and proclaim with me that "Pop Goes The World" is a damn fine pop song.
And to trust me with writing a guest post for his blog. It was a request I took as a seriously as if I was given first dibs on writing in his yearbook, which, had we gone to the same high school and hung out together making fun of the super popular kids, would have been filled with photos I had edited.
I'm well beyond 14 these days, married to a man who who has cuteness on his side because he knows so little about music and refuses to allow me to toss out his Rockwell cassette, and still imagine that one day, despite everything, I will be Mrs. Simon LeBon.
I will also be watching this season's episodes of The Two Coreys, even if Chag urges me not to, for part of me is perpetually 14.
Plus I need something to watch on the weekends now that videos no longer seem to exist.
Song of the day: Come Back And Stay by Paul Young
Who Would Have Thought That A Girl Like Me Would Double As A Guest Blogger?
