Somebody, Someday

I heard "Girlfriend in a Coma" today and it wisked me back to high school days. It reminded me of Hillz and Notre Dame, the smell of chimichangas wafting from the cafeteria, and Mrs. Brown's Honors English class where we would pass notes making fun of her fat feet shoved into too-small-shoes and how her butt would cascade over the stool she sat on. How cruel we were! But we didn't like her so I suppose we felt justified. I mean NO ONE should have to memorize Chaucer for christsake. We'd write about boys and how maddening it was to like so-and-so. Gee, so much has changed. ;) At least now neither of us has to suffer through sitting near the stench of Tuna Girl. Poor Tuna Girl. She's probably happily married with kids and pets, making Tuna Casserole for them every night.

Hillz and I used to listen to a lot of Depeche Mode, Yaz, The Smiths, and The Cure. You know, "alternative" music. We'd wear our Doc Martens and men's blazers with our lips a deep crimson. We were hip, cool even. These days I feel like it is impossible to be unique, it's all been done. . . short of wearing my underwear on the outside of my clothing. (No thanks!)

I remember how we used to play that Depeche Mode song "Somebody" over and over and over. I suppose we were a melancholy duo at times. We even signed each other's yearbooks with, "Somebody, Someday". If you don't recall the song, some of the lyrics went like this: "I want somebody who cares for me passionately, with every thought and with every breath. . .Someone who'll help me see things in a different light. . .All the things I detest, I will almost like.. .I don't want to be tied to anyone's strings. . .I'm carefully trying to steer clear of those things. . . But when I'm asleep I want somebody who will put their arms around me and kiss me tenderly. . .Though things like this make me sick in a case like this I'll get away with it. . .Aaaahhhhh...."

At 31 years old, Hillz and I are still looking for that "somebody". I'm not too concerned about our current singlehood. Certain things improve with age- like scotch and women. When you choose not to settle, you have to be patient. Right? Right. I guess.