Thursday, August 31, 2006

Sounds So Sweet

There are some young single girls in our office, and you hear a lot of different songs coming from the computers as you make your way here and there. And I noticed a few weeks ago that a song by a band named Hinder has been playing quite a bit. Several times I’d be walking by and hear one young lady or another singing along with the song. And it was obvious that there was some fantasy going on of being the girl on the phone in the song.

Honey why you calling me so late
It's kinda hard to talk right now
Honey why you crying is everything okay

And while I suppose it’s a romantic notion to think of some guy cooing these sorts of things into the phone to you, the song makes it very clear that he’s already taken by another woman.

I gotta whisper cause I can't be too loud
Well, my girl's in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you

These are the same girls you hear raging and sobbing to each other about whatever girl their “bastard” boyfriend talked to or looked at last night. The same girls that would tell you that only scum would cheat on their wife or girlfriend.

But, I guess in today’s moral climate, it’s okay to have someone else’s lover attracted to you. As long as it’s you.

But you know? I figure if the girl asleep in the next room wakes up and overhears part of this conversation, she’ll be calling all her girlfriends about that son-of-a-bitch boyfriend of hers. She probably won’t understand how romantic it is to be told you have lips of an angel…

1 comment:

MrsJoseGoldbloom said...

As a young woman I once had a co-worker set me up with her brother. While we were out on our first date he wanted to run into his apt. real fast a get a jacket. The first thing I noticed upon entering were pics of him with a woman and a kid. When I asked him about it he replied "that's my wife, we're not getting along too well right now". I had him take me home immediately and let him know I wasn't interested in a married man. The next day at work I also gave his sister an ear full.