I blame the new car.
On Saturday, my husband traded in his eight-year-old Toyota Corolla (with almost 200,000 miles on it, by the way) for a shiny brand new Honda Civic. Yesterday, we took our first more-than-a-few-minutes-away trip in the new car, using the time to tinker with the buttons and program the radio stations.
While we were scanning for stations he listens to, the radio landed on the local light listening station, which was, at that moment, playing Enrique Iglesias' "Hero." For half a second, I waited for him to turn to a new station. And then, horrified, I realized he was not only going to leave the song on but sing along.
Now, let me just say that this song has long been on my "do not like" list. First of all, the whispered "let me be your hero" sends shivers up my spine, and not the kind you get when your work crush brushes past you on the way to the water fountain. More like the kind you get when the guy who picks his nose and wipes it on his desk brushes past you on the way to the water fountain. And besides that, the whole song is just a little too sickening sweet for me.
It was such a weird moment. My husband and I have been together five years, and while that's not exactly forever, I figure it's long enough that I know most of his quirks. Still, every once in awhile, I learn some random factoid that just stuns me. I didn't even think he listened to that station. And I certainly didn't think he'd know the words to an Enrique Iglesias song.
"Well, what song would you rather hear?" my husband asked when I told him this. "That 'Bailamos' one?"
"Sure," I said. "I mean, it's not something I would purchase from the iTunes store, but unlike 'Hero,' I wouldn't list it as one of the songs I will leap over things to turn off."
Well, the gods must have been listening, because not two hours later as I stood at my grocery store's deli counter, I heard "Bailamos."
Side note: My grocery store has the most amazing music selection. Every time I go in there, it is guaranteed I will hear at least one song that reminds me of middle school dances. In fact, during this same shopping trip, I wheeled to the checkout to New Kids on the Block's "I'll Be Loving You Forever."
Strange as it was to hear two Enrique Iglesias songs in one day, I had a chuckle and forgot about the whole thing until a few minutes ago. My husband called to let me know he was on his way home from work and brought up the incident.
"You remember when you were in high school and a boy who was in love with you called you and held the phone to the speaker to play you some romantic song that was, like, your song?" he asked.
Actually, no. I never really dated anyone long enough in high school to have "a song." So if a boy ever played a song for me over the phone, it was more than likely not a romantic gesture but instead something that would make me laugh.
"Well, anyway," he went on, "I almost did that today because I turned on that light station and they were playing 'Hero' again."
"Oh my god, you don't think that's our song, do you?" I asked, panicked. "Please don't make that our song."
He insisted that he wouldn't, but just in case, I might try to have "Bailamos" playing next time we're in the car together.
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"You remember when you were in high school and a boy who was in love with you called you and held the phone to the speaker to play you some romantic song that was, like, your song?"
No? I feel sad, now.
I think the boy I was in love with called me once. To ask for something back that he'd lent me.
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