If I am to go out on a date ever again, I am going to have to find a man for whom intelligence is aphrodisiac. Does such a man exist?Meanwhile, Valentine's Day for me this year means a rendezvous with a box of chocolates I am going to buy for myself. And red wine, of course.
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From vintagevalentinemuseum.comWhile I'm on the subject of twisted love, let me share some lyrics with you from a band called Cracker. I went to high school with the guy who wrote this song. (Listen to it here)
Mr. Wrong
Well, meet me by the river that goes nowhere.
Let me lay my sorry trip on you.
Won't you meet me by the river, little darling'?
I might just let you see my bad tattoo.
Well I was gonna bring you flowers, but I didn't.
It's the thought that counts and I think I'm a bit too broke.
But there's some change in my ashtray--maybe just enough to pay.
For a half pint of somethin', probably make us choke.
CHORUS:
Well you know I'd rather not go and meet your family.
They'd probably send me back where I belong.
Don't want to hear about Mr. Right.
'Cause he's out of town tonight.
Baby come and spend some time with Mr. Wrong.
I drive a one-eyed Malibu without a muffler.
And a tape deck that works if you kick it hard enough.
And baby if you like to read, I've got some great pornography.
And a ten pound flashlight rolling in the trunk.
CHORUS
Now, do you have a girlfriend and does she look as good as you?
Would she like to meet my brother?
He'll be out of jail in a month or two.
CHORUS
Where I come from they call me Mr. Wrong.
Mr. Wrong
Well, meet me by the river that goes nowhere.
Let me lay my sorry trip on you.
Won't you meet me by the river, little darling'?
I might just let you see my bad tattoo.
Well I was gonna bring you flowers, but I didn't.
It's the thought that counts and I think I'm a bit too broke.
But there's some change in my ashtray--maybe just enough to pay.
For a half pint of somethin', probably make us choke.
CHORUS:
Well you know I'd rather not go and meet your family.
They'd probably send me back where I belong.
Don't want to hear about Mr. Right.
'Cause he's out of town tonight.
Baby come and spend some time with Mr. Wrong.
I drive a one-eyed Malibu without a muffler.
And a tape deck that works if you kick it hard enough.
And baby if you like to read, I've got some great pornography.
And a ten pound flashlight rolling in the trunk.
CHORUS
Now, do you have a girlfriend and does she look as good as you?
Would she like to meet my brother?
He'll be out of jail in a month or two.
CHORUS
Where I come from they call me Mr. Wrong.
15 comments:
My twisted side loves those valentine. ; ) Hope you're getting some sleep after some good chocolate and some wine.
Starlene, they appeal to my twisted side too!
That song is funny. I won't be doing anything tomorrow but working and studying. :(
I'll be celebrating my hauling a load of junk to the dump.
I know your sweetheart and I know he won't let the day go by without a token of his affection. Maybe you can make him a nice dinner.
All my sides are twisted, and I love your valentine sentiments.
Intelligence as an aphrodisiac: personally, I love brainiacs. A deep thinker with a sharp wit is HOT (and if he's a good listener-- and bald--yow!). I'm sure there is more than one man who could fall in love with your mind, Indie. Maybe he's out there right now, waiting respectfully for you to finish school so he doesn't disturb your academic pursuits...
If it's any consolation, as you lighten your heart by gong to the dump tomorrow, remember that Saint Valentine signed the first "valentine" letter (as in "your Valentine") as a prisoner. His correspondent was the jailor's daughter, who was particularly kind to him. The day was commemorated to highlight not romantic love, but the devotion of friends, even ulikely ones. (Okay, he was jailed for marrying couples at a time when the emporer had forbidden young men to take wives because it eroded their will to enlist and remain in the armed forces; thus the romantic connection.)
Mae West: "He isn't Mr. Right, but he's Mr. Right Now."
"unlikely" ones, that is.
Kato, I am waiting for the day when you have your own blog. You are so articulate and full of interesting notions.
K, this Valentine's Day sucks altogether! Hope it's over soon... R.
It sounds like someone needs to watch the Wedding Singer tonight!
That is the only thing that would cheer my daughter up whenever she was in the "I don't have/never will have a boyfriend dumps.
Love the Aim to Please Valentine. I've got a big grin on my face. Where was that 10 years ago when I had someone I would have loved aiming it at!
Happy...you know what Day!
R, oh no not you too! I hope things improve over there. Hugs from across the sea.
Steviewren, since I was planning to spend the evening crocheting and watching movies, I'll grab the Wedding Singer from the video store for tonight. Happy Valentine's Day to you too.
I could not stay away!
As you know, I have had so many V-Days like the one you have described. I must confess, I like your post much better than the one I did a year ago!
Wine and Chocolate!
-boy
Boy, it's ok, I have a feeling your happiness is too solid to be sullied by my bitter rantings!
Indie, if I were thirty years younger and straight, I'd definitely date you! I hope those chocolates were good.
Hi Indie, just over from the lovely postcard site of Marie Isabelle Reed where I enjoyed your color comment. I write in my Oasis blog from Puerto Rico...and I hope you can come over for a little visit. I'm on my way back to your Bitten Apple to listen to your friend's tune. <3
Joe, just my luck! :)
Cynthia, I am happy you were interested enough to come to this site and read my thoughts. I am going to go straight to your blog now and check it out.
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