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| From | Doremi Fasolatido <markwayne61@yahoo.com> |
| Subject | Re: Guilty Pleasures |
| Date | Wed, 17 Aug 2005 04:38:24 -0700 (PDT) |
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Well Bob...
There are a number that do it to me....it all seems to
come from a certain time and place in my youth where a
song happenned to be playing as specific events
unfolded in my development. In this case, it was a
Junior High School dance, and I sweated, anxiously
trying to work up the nerve to ask this certain girl
to dance. Man, I paced for hours around the gym.
Went to the bathroom 412 times. Sniffed my armpits to
make sure I didn;t smell badly. Tested my breath
constantly. Wiped my brow, and waited for the next
slow song from the DJ. My legs were essentially
rubber bands under the weight of my body. I could
barely breath. And there it was...the opening strains
to "Dream Weaver". Slow enough. It was go time! I
walked across the floor to the place I knew she and
her girlfriends were camping out. I swallowed the
huge lump forming in my throat, and in my best
squeaky, breaking Mickey Mouse voice, I asked Lisa to
dance. The next 5 seconds seemed to last an eternity.
Everything was in slow motion, and I swear everyone's
voice was an octave deeper and disturbing.
Her response? "EWWWWWW.......no way".....
Yes...I died that night. "Dream Weaver" continued to
play, tugging on my heart for the next 3 minutes as I
slithered back to a corner as far away from the girls
camp as I could get. Did any of my buddies see me get
slammed? I couldn't stop shaking. I was rejected in
a big way.
So..."Dream Weaver" has a BIG effect on me to this
day!
Mark H
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