Kiss Me (Sixpence None the Richer)
I got in the wayback machine and ended up in 1997 listening to Sixpence None the Richer's Kiss Me. It's a good jam, so I decided to stay a while and explore the concept of the song. It was made popular by the movie She's All That, which was a sort of teen romcom, of which there were about 8 million during the 90s (my favorite of which was probably Can't Hardly Wait, which I wrote about previously).
I know we all probably forgot about such things, but back in the 90s it was okay to kiss a girl. (I cross the street when I see a woman approaching now.) And you knew she was a girl, too. This means, well, let's not get into it. Things are more complicated now. Songs like this are what life is about. These are the moments we live for. The few sparkling moments we trudge through endless years of mundane and downright ugly to experience. Kissing the girl. Dancing with her in the moonlight. Just existing with her in a special moment. Breathing in her essence. I realize I have a romantic soul, but, let's face it, the rest of life can be downright boring and predictable. Special moments with the girl you love are what makes life worthwhile. My many attempts at a fairytale romance all fizzled out, but one cannot help but trying. Because there's no hope to attain anything unless we at least try. We fail at 100% of the chances we don't take. So, keep trying, kiddos.
A fast fact. Something like 90% of relationships are successful when the woman makes the first move. Which tells me most women are not even remotely engaged by their relationships. The ones who are engaged end up having successful relationships. (Pun unintentional.) I suppose we can draw other conclusions, but that's the one I drew from that. There. I'm done.
Do I particularly enjoy kissing? There was only one woman I actually enjoyed kissing. Kissing was always something I was indifferent about before her. Could take it or leave it. Always felt a little smothered by it. As with so many other things, this particular woman was the exception to the rule. It's still not a necessity, but I think y'all get my drift. I get excited about doing anything with her, kissing included.
This song's popularity probably wasn't hurt by the pretty girl with the sort of pixie haircut (actually reminiscent of a scarecrow, but still quite attractive) who fronts the band. The band had another big hit in There She Goes. Beyond that, I'm completely uninformed about it and its significance. Except I know it got its name from Mere Christianity (C.S. Lewis).
Anyway, I thought it was fun to listen to an old song. Which came out before my world turned gray and ghostly. I'm not a good kisser. Probably pretty horrible. And certainly out of practice. But I do know when a woman is fixing to kiss a man. No, I'm not going to give away the clues cus y'all probably don't know what you're doing, but sometimes she gets a dreamy look in her eyes like she got roofied (which is probably the only way I can get a woman to kiss me at my advanced age). As long as a woman has good oral hygiene, I'm sure kissing is fantastic. With the right woman, of course. It's too bad this song was wasted on a bunch of people who probably didn't take advantage of it enough. But, at least by comparison, it was a better time to be alive than now. Because people don't do anything these days. I was all about living life and experiencing life back then. People don't seem to be into all that these days. Kids, go out and kiss the girl in the moonlight. Dance with her and bring your flowered hat and take the trail marked on your father's map. You know. All those analog experiences. Because those are the connections that are worth making. Amen.
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And now a few notes about my life. Had some recent health setbacks, among which was needing two fillings. Curiously, the last time I needed a filling was about the same amount of time after I moved to Nebraska the first time. I was 12. Now I'm nearly 46. I know the reason for my recent health woes. I know what would put me back on the road to health, as well. But, I am not in charge of my life. So it is what it is, as the great philosophers used to say (but which is now probably considered passé).
I got to pet sit for my favorite girl this summer. Quite a few times. I greatly enjoy the family dog, Brutus. He may be my soulmate. It's amazing how easily we can color animals with what we want them to be. Sadly, the family feline passed away this summer, and there are not words to express the collective sadness over this event. Even me, on the sidelines, was quite choked up. My son also expressed loss. But that's how we know we love someone. When they're gone, we miss them.
Listen, I've been through a thousand heartaches in my life. Even in the last few years, I've endured more than most people ever should. I firmly believe I'm due for something good. And, I think that's what keeps me going. If I got everything I wanted in life, I'd probably just die of boredom. The chase is important, even though the quarry often exists only in our minds. I've been betrayed. Rejected countless times. Only God knows how many nights I cried myself to sleep. But I still believe in love and romance and tomorrow. I worship a God who can create a miracle overnight. In the blink of an eye. Literally anything is possible — even my silly little wish to hold a woman's heart.
Thank you for reading. And God bless.
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