The Song

I was listening to The Song this morning as I cleaned. Oh, you know, the one song you think really "gets" you. The one that somehow, through the vagaries of the universe, was actually written for you, although you are the only person who knows it. :) I have this incredibly silly, romantic and unrealistic notion that one day it will be sung to me, played for me - and the person who does that will have discovered the rosetta stone of my hidden self, the secret handshake of our private club, the key to my heart (cheesey, but true :p ). I know, ain't never gonna happen. Especially with Reid - he's just such a guy's guy, totally literal and very romantically challenged. I would have to give him a copy of the song and set up a time for him to play it for me - and THAT would just completely destroy the whole point of hearing it from him, ya know? Men don't understand that logic, do they? Urgh, oh well. I will continue to listen to it and cling to my romantic notions because that's just who I am. Plus I just really like Elvis Costello and the whole movie soundtrack it's from. For a moment I get to be she. :)