Showing posts with label Names. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Names. Show all posts

Saturday, April 18, 2015

Shooting Star

Yesterday at the gym this song was playing when I walked out of my yoga class:

Don't you know, yeah yeah, Don't you know that you are a shooting star,
Don't you know, don't you know. Don't you know that you are
a shooting star, And all the world will love you just as long,
As long as you are.

And I sang along, at least I thought I did, to one of my students:

Don't you know that you are a superstar?!

Isn't it shooting star? She corrected. I guess according to Bad Company, it is:

Oh oh oh, Don't you know that you are a shooting star,
Don't you know, yeah, don't you know', Don't you know that
you are a shooting star,
Don't you know, yeah,
Don't you know that you are a shooting star,
Don't you, don't you,
don't you, don't you,
Don't you know, don't you
know, oh, yeah, you are,
Yeah, a shooting star, yeah, oh
oh oh oh oh......
Don't you, don't you know
that you are a shooting star,
Don't you don't you know......

I'll tell you who did not turn out to be a superstar or a shooting star, and that was the dude from Tinder whom I talked to on the phone on Friday. So not someone with whom I enjoyed talking.

I decided after that that I either need to get away from online dating altogether or engage in it a little more -- being a potted plant on those sites is doing me zero good.

So I decided to reach out to a dude who looked cool and sounded interesting. He's a fellow ginger, which I find intriguing -- I've never dated another redhead. Not sure I'm gonna date this one, either, but when I asked him if he is a biker, either mountain or road, he said mountain. I said cool, we should go together, he agreed, and then, here's the kicker: He signed his name, and it was, of course, one and the same name as:

1) My first real boyfriend;
2) My first love; (different person from 1)
3) My last love.

I almost wrote back and said nah, never mind, I have a policy against going down this same road again, but I stopped myself. Although some of my friends agree with me that maybe I need to steer clear of boys with this admittedly popular name (but still), others have suggested that the ones that came before are all a warm-up for the real deal who'll have the same name. Who knows? We'll see how this one plays out...

Saturday, January 11, 2014

Sweet Jane

Here's another number from the CD I popped in on my way to work yesterday:

Anyone who's ever had a heart
Wouldn't turn around and break it
and anyone who's ever played a part
Wouldn't turn around and hate it

I keep hearing the chorus in my head, over and over:

Sweet Jane, sweet Jane
Sweet, sweet Jane

My middle name is Jane, but I didn't much like the name until I read Jane Eyre. That book helped me embrace it, and now the Cowboy Junkies are taking me a little further down that road:

Anyone who's ever had a dream
Anyone who's ever played a part
Anyone who's ever been lonely
and anyone who's ever split apart

Yep, I have. This (Sarah) Jane has:

Sweet Jane, sweet Jane
Sweet, sweet Jane

Heavenly widened roses
seem to whisper to me when you smile
Heavenly widened roses
seem to whisper to me when you smile

Speaking of embracing yourself and where you are in your life, the Modern Love published the week before last has some particularly good things to say about that, and about love, of course. I've now submitted two columns to them, and both have been rejected. I guess I still don't know what my love story is about? I definitely don't know how it ends.

La la la la, la la la, etc...

Only that I'm gonna be somebody's:

Sweet (Sarah) Jane
Sweet, sweet Jane...