I am THAT GIRL that you see stopped at red lights, jamming out to the radio like a crazy person, singing to you.
I’m in a very precious situation at the moment. I’m dating a boy from a different culture who lives in a different country and grew up with a different language. He speaks English fluently, but sometimes he struggles, just a little bit, just ever-so-cutely. He says things like, “It doesn’t bothers me” and “It doesn’t really matters” instead of “It doesn’t bother me” or “It doesn’t really matter.” And I think it’s absolutely adorable. But, also, it’s an interesting challenge, sometimes. Today, I was telling him that one of my new life goals is to publish a book of haiku. He didn’t know what a haiku was, so I explained, “It’s a type of poetry, three lines, where the first line has five syllables, the second had 7 syllables, and the third has 5 syllables.” He says in response, “Sorry, what’s a syllable?”
I don’t remember learning what a syllable is. I remember clapping out syllables in first grade. I remember learning about what they are technically last semester in linguistics. But, how do you explain to a grown man whose second language is English what exactly a syllable is?
I think it’s a beautiful challenge. Part of the reason I love this relationship so much is because we are constantly learning things from one another. He teaches me about Islam, and Urdu, and economics, and his business. I teach him about Christianity, and how to phrase his English just right, and politics, and ASL. It’s a really cool kind of symbiosis we’ve got going on. And it’s the coolest thing I could ask for.
This is karma for
those nine degree days where you
didn’t keep me warm.
Freezing to the bone;
your body could keep me warm.
"If only," I pray.
I am weirdly good
at going back to “just friends.”
V1) I’ve got a bottle/ of cheap moscato/ and a couple wine glasses that I stole/ from the bar right/ down the corner/ ‘cause they won’t miss them, and if you come over/ I’ll wanna offer/ you something to drink/ and a night on the town/ what do you think?/ you didn’t give me/ an explanation/ I’m full of this pent-up anticipation/
Chorus) Now, I’m all dressed up/ with nowhere to go/ and nobody to go with/ got my high heels on/ and my hair pinned up/ for nobody to notice/ I’m just so, so over it/ sitting at the bar alone/ waiting for Prince Charming/ to wanna take me home/ there’s gotta be a/ better way to spend my nights/ without wasting my life/
V2) I bought that brand new/ Rihanna perfume/ a scent I’d love to get all over you/ and, yes, it is true/ I got red lipstick/ and a cocktail dress so we can kick it/ I’ll take you downtown/ to every nightclub/ to every tavern, speakeasy, and brew pub/ you had to cancel/ you’ll take a rain check?/ I bet you twenty bucks you’re gonna forget/
V3) I’ve gotta say:/ you could have told me/ that you’re not interested/ even if I’m lonely/ I’m a big girl/ promise I can take it/ I’d rather cry all night/ than see you fake it/
© Copyright Jaclyn Marie Reinhart
Lyric and Melody by Jaclyn Reinhart, December 3, 2013
For as much as they tell you about Stop Drop and Roll as a kid, I really expected to be on fire more times in my life.