I remain skeptical of how accurately pop culture portrays reality but I think it’s safe to say most couples have “their song.” Typically it’s a song associated with a special moment in their relationship. Perhaps it was the song the house DJ was playing the night they first met at the meat market dance club they’re too embarrassed to admit they regularly patronized. Perhaps it was the song on the radio when they first kissed while “parking” during their first date. Perhaps it was the mood-setting song one or the other put on the CD player the night they first explored each other’s squishy bits. Or perhaps, and most common, it was their wedding first dance song. Whatever the occasion, couples have special songs.
I’ve already written about my wife’s and mine. Like many it’s our wedding song though we don’t tend to hear it very often by happenstance. And we don’t have a special song tied to any of those other things I mentioned. Special songs of a non-marital nature are hard to establish when your first compliment to the woman who will eventually become your wife is, “You have nice nostrils.” Hey, I appreciate symmetry.
On the other hand, and perhaps much to the consternation of my loyal readers who view me as a wholesome gentleman type, I do share a special song with another woman. That other woman just so happens to be the wife of one of my very best childhood friends. I played a prominent yet unintended role in their getting together and I was best man at their wedding. With such a sordid history it is delightfully ironic that the special song I share with this dear woman who is not my wife was a one hit wonder by a soap opera star. Fate, too, appreciates symmetry.
I can’t for the life of me remember why or how this song became “our song” but it’s become a lifelong joke between us. It’s an Eighties ballad ripe with the stench of aged cheese like all good Eighties ballads. Perhaps this will inspire some squishy fun for you this weekend. Let’s kick it off with “All I Need” from the album of the same name released in 1984 by Jack Wagner.
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