A sordid (but short) account of my romantic life.

My first broken heart came when I was five years old.  I had a crush on a high school boy that rode my bus, whose name now escapes me.  The 40 minute ride to the school was 2 parts heaven and 1 part nervous anticipation until the fateful day when I overheard him complaining that he had to ride the bus with all “these little brats.”

My little kindergarten heart crushed.  For a whopping two weeks, until a different teenage boy taught me how to tie my shoes.  Then I was a smitten kitten all over again.

This cycle of infatuation, devotion, and broken heart continued its merry way throughout my youth and into my college years.  After a particularly bad run of ill fated love during my early twenties that involved multiple males named Michael, my closets friends staged an intervention and persuaded me to never again date a boy with that name.  This put an end to dating for a while because in the 1990’s every other boy on campus was named Mike.

It was during this time that I became a fan of the ‘scorned woman’ rock songs.   Alanis Morissette was a particular favorite but Sheryl Crow came in a close second.  There was something so satisfying listening to a talented, beautiful woman sing out how she’d been done wrong and what she was planning to do about it.  It convinced me that I was not a complete loser in love.  And I enjoyed many a happy daydream fantasizing about exposing those cruel, heartless boys (mostly named Mike) through song in front of a large audience and then making millions of dollars on a recording contract.

Good times.  Good times.

Despite being happily married (to someone not named Michael) for over eleven years I find I still love a good broken heart love song. This is my new favorite.

I just love Adele.  She is so classy while belting out her broken heart pain, unlike the militantly vengeful Morrisette of my college days.  Evidently I’m not the only one who loves this because when I went to reserve this c.d. at the library I was informed that I was 431st on the waiting list. 431 on the list!?!

That just breaks my heart.

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6 Responses to A sordid (but short) account of my romantic life.

  1. Sarah says:

    Just give in and buy the cd. You won’t be sorry. We love it and have not grown tired of it yet.

  2. I absolutely love this post!

    Do you do guest posts?

  3. Mindy says:

    I guess now is as good a time as any to apologize for lining you up with a loser named Mike during those dark days in college. Why didn’t you tell me??????

  4. I have the CD, I’ve got you covered.

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