We have the weirdest mix of music playing at my work. It's an idiosyncratic mixture of obscure lounge music intermingled with Top 40 hits.
And then, occasionally, there's Sarah.
Today I heard her (MacLachlan, as if there is another Sarah whose music is worth taking up valuable blog space) new song. The bad news AND the good news both are that even Sarah is dealing with an uncommunicative man. Somehow this makes me feel at once redeemed and sane that she and I are having the same problem, and fatalistically resigned to the debacle that is my dating life never getting better.
Plus, Sarah's man is the same one she's had all along. I don't know if it makes me more depressed that she's been with the same man for 15 years, seen him through cancer, writes him ballads on a regular basis, is pretty and rich and compassionate and has the voice of a goddess, and he still won't talk to her.
OR if it's more depressing to consider that I can't land someone for more than 2 weeks whether I sleep with him or not. I'm guessing that's something I should think as little about as possible no matter what conclusion comes of it.
Well, I can't reinvent the wheel yet, so I'm sticking to men as of today. I have enough to deal with without finding out women are just as bad. That's an illusion I need to maintain just a little bit longer. I'd make an exception for Sarah, but she's so busy with ASPCA advertisements. My ears aren't near as floppy as they need to be to get on that set.
It's nice to know I'm not alone in this madness, though. Or in my sanity.
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