This may be the most difficult entry I’ve ever written. Seriously, ya’ll, I can barely see through my tears. So here it goes:
Randy and I have kinda, sorta broken up. Not officially, but things are tough right now.
We just don’t seem to have that much in common anymore. It all started Friday night when we were out getting our groove on at WETbar. So this awful song comes on and right away I know who’s singing it. Yep, K-Fed. So I immediately stopped dancing but Randy was like “this song is pretty cool” and I just lost it. “Do you know who this is? Do you know what he did to my Britney??” And Randy’s all like “who cares” and then he actually says he thinks K-Fed’s hot.
I’m as open-minded as the next guy, I mean, I have a “Celebrate Diversity” bumper sticker on the back of my Miata, right next to my “Hate is Not a Family Value” sticker, but there’s some things I won’t accept. And this isn’t the first time. I told you last week how he thought Joey Lawrence was sexier than Mario Lopez!?! And we wanted different people to win “Project Runway.”
It’s like I’m living with some kind of stranger who does not respect my taste. And Randy doesn’t take me seriously, either. We had our knock down, drag out fight Saturday and I just flat out told him: “I’m here, dammit. I feel!” And he just started laughing and asked me to feel him. Literally. What happened to the sweet sensitive boy I knew who used to serenade me with “Genie in a Bottle?” That was our song (at least he likes Christina!) But now I’m afraid we don’t have anything in common anymore. And I’m scared that he’s starting to rub me the wrong way.
Maybe I should just follow my girl Britney’s lead and move on, ’cause I’m afraid Randy and I have become a “toxic” duo.
Well I gotta go back to bed and cry some more. I keep replaying that song by Charlene, “I’ve Never Been to Me.” Words to live by, and I’m trying, ya’ll, I’m trying.
