Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Meant for Each Other

There’s a certain song that my lovely spouse Reha really likes. REALLY likes. I think it’s OK. (Hover over the link if you don’t feel like clicking on anything). It’s not my favorite or anything, but I like it just fine. Reha fell in love with it after hearing it for the first time on the radio one day last summer. Yes, even though that song came out in like, oh I don’t know, 1975 or something it seems, Reha wasn’t familiar with it and though she didn’t even know who did it, she was immediately enthralled with the tune. Just one of those things.

She told me about the song later, but since she didn’t have the name of the song or the band name, she just described it to me. “You can’t understand him and it’s got this really cool twangy kind of guitar thing at the end of the song.”

I guessed what it was, bought it from the iTunes Music Store, burned it to CD, ripped it to an MP3 and e-mailed it to her. All in the space of about six minutes, as I recall. She might have still been on the phone trying to describe it to me when her Outlook binged. When she heard it she said, “That’s IT! How did you know?”

I said that it was because we were so “in tune” with each other. Or something like that. In reality, I think she described the song better than I said she did up there.

Anyway, she had it on her laptop at work, and since she changed jobs last year has been bugging me to get her copy back. “I like being able to just click on it and play it. It makes me happy, I don’t know why.”

So tonight we are cleaning our room and I have the iPod going and of course I play “her song.”

One of her requirements about that song is that you can’t just play it once, be done and move onto the next selection. No, no, you have to hear it at least FIVE times. For one thing, because Reha says that you have to, but mostly because she begins to sing along (even though she doesn’t really KNOW the words or UNDERSTAND what he’s singing) and she totally gets into it. Complete with swaying back and forth, eyes closed and arms akimbo. It’s a sight to see. Beautiful in its earnest adoration.

So the first ceremonial playing of “the song” ends and I dutifully shuffle over and press the “back” button on the iPod.

“See, that’s great; you are so tapped right into me. You know that we have to hear it again.”

“Well, I’m either tapped into you, or I’ve just bought into your psychoses, babe.”

“Well, that’s even better! True Oneness!”

So I think we’ve stumbled on a new definition of true love. Understanding your life partner’s psychoses and learning to enjoy them, just as much as they do.

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