“My entire life, I’ve been nothing more than a stepping-stone to every relationship I’ve ever been in. There’s always been a next guy who’s better than me. For once in my life, I want to be that next guy.” – Charlie, “Good Luck Chuck”
For those of you who haven’t seen the movie, here’s the IMDB synapsis: “In order to keep the woman of his dreams from falling for another guy, Charlie Logan has to break the curse that has made him wildly popular with single women: Sleep with Charlie once, and the next man you meet will be your true love.” Basically substitute “date” for “sleep with,” and you’ve got my life for the past ten years.
Everyone I date marries the girl he dates after me. At first I thought it was a coincidence. Then I chalked it up to growing older. Now I am starting to think it’s a curse, as I discovered today that yet another guy I dated is getting married to the girl he began dating after me. For the most part, the guys have been pretty insignificant, and the ones who did matter, I was more or less over by the time I was notified of their pending nuptials.
Today’s news came on the tail of a not-so-great week, which is why it may have bothered me more than it should. While I just got back last night from a great vacation out west which involved everything from hiking to drinking to snowboarding, my mind was battling something that was left wide open before I left – and to be honest, it still is.
Every vacation has a soundtrack, songs that you overplay that always remind you of a person and of a place. For this trip it was “The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot.” Thanks a lot, XM, for introducing me to this song exactly when I didn’t need it.
“I hope you find out what you want
I already know what I am”
– The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot
“What came first, the music or the misery? People worry about kids playing with guns, or watching violent videos, that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands, literally thousands of songs about heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery and loss. Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?” – “High Fidelity”