I was getting scolded by the devirginator the other day (because frequently I do stupid things, and even more frequently I need to be told just how stupid these things I do are by the boy in my life who knows me best) and I was flipping through the stations on my radio in an attempt to drown him out. Searching for tunes that could get me moving a bit, as I giggled through what seemed to be a never ending lecture.
The beauty of the devirginators reprimands is that they only come when I already know what an idiot move I’ve made, so most of the time I find myself cracking up at my own stupidity even as he is putting me in my place.
Once the berating was complete, we said our goodbyes and hung up the phone. I immediately reached for the volume (about to turn my music up full blast) when my phone suddenly rang just seconds after I had hung it up.
I glanced down and realized it was the devirginator calling again. “What now?” I answered, more playfully than with actual annoyance.
“Avril Lavigne has a new CD.” He announced. “Check it out. I think you’re going to like it.”
Still feeling like the bratty child I had been pretending to be in our earlier conversation, I let out a snicker and answered with an elongated “Ooooookkkaaaaaaaaaay.”
I mean, Avril Lavigne? PSHAW! She’s far too juvenile for my sophisticated musical tastes.
(I think we all know that isn’t exactly true, right?)
But sure enough, when I started listening to the music that night, I was bouncing my head and singing along.
I hate that the devirginator knows me so well.
And now, I’m pretty sure I have found a new theme song for my current state of mind:
I feel like going out. Like being a little reckless. Like having some fun without any real worries, or plans, or guidelines.
Like maybe even dating a boy or two with no real intentions of finding “the one”. Just dating for datings sake.
Dating like I used to date. Back when I was fairly convinced that I would never get married and that love was the thing that fairy tales were made of.
I’m not thinking this should be a permanent lifestyle change, or even an attitude that lingers for long, but…
A little fun just for the sake of having fun never hurt anyone.
And Avril Lavigne has me dancing again. Singing at the top of my lungs. Reminding the world that I’ve been good, but now?
Now I'm thinking, what the hell.
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