I can't remember the last time I posted a photo of a barn, and you know how much I like to look at barns.I think Mr. Dateman is getting a little cocky about his ability to get REALLY bad songs stuck in my head for long periods of time. I have to give it to him, he does seem to have a special gift for that, and there's probably no one else who would be quite as impressed by those kinds of mad skillz as I am.
This weekend, he apparently had a devious scheme to expose me to some exquisite cheesiness and then hope it would ooze into that soft, impressionable part of my brain that would house it for days, until it finally loosed itself from the goo or was replaced by something else even worse. His plot was foiled, however, because he couldn't find the song he wanted to torture me with.
"So, are you at least going to tell me what it was?" I asked.
"No," he said.
"That's so mean of you." He said the mean was good, because it helped balance things out a little.
"That's true," I conceded. "When a guy is as nice you are, it makes a girl wonder if there aren't bodies buried in the basement somewhere."
I hate to say it, because I have a feeling it will make him that much more smug, but even without finding the song he wanted, he still managed to get "One Night in Bangkok" stuck in my head for two full days now. Damn it!
18 comments:
Oh my god. And through this blog he (and you) are poisoning all of us!
Glad to hear the dates are still happening (and fun)!
xo
Sarah,
Yeah. I'd like to say I'm sorry about that, but you know me better than that. I'm never happier than when I can get a bad song stuck in someone's head. I'm really just jealous because Mr. Dateman is better at it than me.
Churlita,
Trees, barns, and cheesy music.....A great combo to my mind!
rel
wow. I have an unposted blog post written about that song.
are you trying to out mean mr dateman by sticking that song in more peoples heads? cause theres a point with mean that crosses over from the neibors saying how nice he is to where they're saying he's so nice but the torturing animals was sort of disturbing.... don't torture animals
The worst part? I can only just barely remember the song and THAT's going to bug me until it becomes clear in my brain. AND THEN, it will be stuck there for who knows how long! gaaaaa!
You know what? This grips me more than would a muddy old river or reclining Buddha.
The scary thing is I did not have to look those lyrics up.
I think I'm glad I can't remember that song. Sounds torturous.
The "Chess" soundtrack??? Really, Mr. Dateman, that's the best you could do?
How about Paco's "Puttin' on the Ritz"?
I can't believe he's better at it than you and I'm not even going to try. Please. You could crush the best. It must be the dating thing. You know - when you inflate the guy's virtues?
Uh-oh. I like that song.
Rel,
I love it that you are so easily amused.
Dmarks,
Please post it. i would love to read it.
Margaret,
I know it's bad. I need to join a support group or something. Are there meds I can take for this?
Not Faint Hearted,
Call me and I'll sing a few bars. I guarantee you will never ever call me again.
Dmarks,
I know the feeling.
Fringes,
Consider yourself very lucky.
TLB,
Oh no. Dont' worry. I think we both have Taco's "Puttin' on the Ritz". I'm not saying I'm proud of that fact, I'm just trying to come clean here.
And yes, I am worried about what might happen if Mr. Dateman ever finds the song he thinks is REALLY bad.
Booda Baby,
He doesn't need any inflating. He is just that good. I would have said it before we were dating too.
Neil,
Then you're lucky. You won't have to suffer any residual damage.
What really sucks is that is the only part of the song that I actually know the words.
I remember the tune but the words evade me so it runs in my head like this.
"One night in Bankok and the something, something somethin....."
Over and over and over again.
Thanks Mr. Dateman.
So happy to hear that the lovely dates continue apace, and even more pleased to say that I have absolutely no idea what this song you refer to is and is therefore it's impossible to get stuck in my head. But godammit, there goes "Sweet Child of Mine" right back on the internal jukebox. Well it'll be there for a couple of days at least. Damn.
If you have to have Puttin on the Ritz stuck in your head, it oughtta be Peter Boyle singing it in Young Franenstein.
Paco is a distant second.
Rachel: "One night in Bangkok makes a hard man humble..."
So the song is now stuck in your "Murray Head"?
Us guys can be devils when we know we can!
there are meds for EVERYTHING
Rachel,
Maybe it's better that way.
Mr. Atrocity,
What's so wrong with Sweet Child O' Mine?
David in DC,
Taco wins the cheese points.
I'm not sure if we really want to humble a hard man, do we?
Evil-E,
What is that about men?
Margaret,
Thank god.
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