Sunday 2 February 2014

Song 15

Well folks, it's been a while since I've written anything.
And this incident embarrassed me a little.  Well, ok, a lot.  So I needed a cooling-off period.
But here's the story.

I borrowed a friend's car over Christmas.  He's a great friend and we've known each other for 15 years.  He's a good-looking, kind guy.  I left his car in valet parking, with a full tank, a sweet Christmas card, and with the stereo cranked up high, cued to one of his favourite songs - Emmylou by First Aid Kit.  Adorable.  He likes to play it on his guitar.

What I failed to take into account was that valet drivers actually have to drive the cars.  Go figure.  The disaster occurred in those few moments.  By driving the car, the valet inadvertently advanced to a new song and triggered an unfortunate sequence of events....

I got a very long text from my friend a week later.  It was so long that it didn't come through properly.  So I couldn't read it.  No biggie.  I let it slide.  When it's important, someone follows up, right?  Another week passed.  Then I got a call from my friend.  He simply said, 'Would you like to go for a walk?  We need to talk.'  I happily and somewhat cluelessly (typical) chirped out, 'Sure!'

We went for a really nice walk.  We got to a high spot with a gorgeous view of the city.  It was here that my friend said,
'Yes?' I prompted.
'Did you read my text?' he asked.
'No, it didn't come through!' I said in my usual, annoyingly chipper way.
'Song 15?' he asked cryptically.
'Song 15?' he repeated.  This time with his eyebrows raised.
'What?' I repeated more loudly, as though by increasing the volume he might understand that I didn't know what he was referring to.
'You really don't know what I'm talking about?'
I shook my head. 
'Well....maybe you should read this then...' he said, looking pained.
He handed me his cell phone and pulled up a 4 paragraph-long text message.
I read the first line and instantly knew we were in trouble.
'Uh oh,' I exclaimed.
'Ummm.....that's really not what I meant....'
'Don't worry, I think you're great, but I don't feel that way about you either...'
5 awkward moments followed.
Silence.  An embarrassed giggle.
We finished our walk.
More silence.
I left him with an awkward,
'Ahem.  See you soon. Please apologize to that girl you're dating for me.'

I got to my car and immediately advanced to Song 15-
through which I'd inadvertently declared my undying love. 

The source of confusion became instantly clear.

A pounding beat came over the speakers, and then the words,

'Babe, it's half past lonely and you're gone away
But I know that you're feeling the same as me...'

(big beat kicks in here), followed by:

'I don't wanna be your friend no more,

I only wanna be your love!'

Song 15  - just listen.  Trust me.

Sigh, yet another embarrassing moment.  Chalk it up to yet another awkward miscommunication for Little Misadventure.  Or perhaps I should go by Little Miscommunication?

Don't cry for me though - my friend and I are still friends.  And we've decided that the best way to communicate is with words.  Face to face.  Imagine that.


  1. bahahaha!!! seriously heather, you cant make this stuff up!!! hillarious!!! im glad you got it all sorted. what are the chances!?

  2. Bahahahahahaha!!! I am STILL laughing! And STILL embarrassed! Why, oh why, do such things befall me??? Okay, you're right. I asked for it. One should ALWAYS communicate in words, never through song...