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Kelsey Borresen wrote an article for The Huffington Post about Aaron Gillies writing down and then tweeting all of his wife’s tearful endeavors.
I got a kick out of it.
Aaron’s wife thought it was humorous. The reaction it caused with the public was the same. People were identifying with it. Some people do this! Cry over what seems like, everything! The whole purpose of The One Date Wonder is to write, record and release my own endeavors. I share my emotions as felt by my own point of view and once released, others may identify it as well. I love relating to others. Knowing that I am not the only one who has laughed over a date gone wrong, or cried over a marriage gone bad, has been wildly healing for me.
I never want people to stop sharing their stories. It’s pure genius if you ask me. Memoirs like My Horizontal Life –Chelsea Handler gives a humorous account of her sexual escapades. On a darker more reproachable memoir, Elissa Wall wrote Stolen Innocence, depicting her life and childhood with her religion, marriage and later, her advocacy. Personal narratives like those keep me going.
Even though relationships end, behaviors live on. Someone out there is cheating on someone. Someone out there is being verbally abused. Someone out there isn’t getting asked on a second date. It is so helpful to know that I have shared a similar situation with someone out there. I also believe that writing down each personal account is helpful to see things stand out on a page, in black and white.
So take out a pen, take out some paper…..and write……
-Every time your Significant Other makes you laugh.
-Every time he/she makes you cry.
-Every time he/she takes you out on a date.
-Every time he/she inspires you.
-Every time he/she spends too much money.
-Every time he/she called you names.
-Every time he/she lied to you.
I believe we hope and strive for the more positive declarations but if you write more bad than good, let the truth speak for itself.
Writing has always been a part of my life. Since my brother bought me my first journal when I was 9, I wrote down everything. My first crush, my first A, when I was being bullied, when I felt insecure, when I felt most proud…..little books of truth.
My kindergarten Thanksgiving.
It was 1985. My teacher, Miss Alexander said all the boys had to be Indians but gave the girls the option to be Pilgrims or Indians. Pilgrims wore funny looking bonnets. Indians had war paint on their faces and wore fringe and feathers. It was a no brainer. Call me Chief Valerie.
I sat at the table, using my safety first pink scissors, cutting the edge of the paper sack to replicate fringe. I was excited to put the feather in my hair and represent my kindergarten tribe during this Thanksgiving. When I heard giggles and pots banging together, I gazed over near the play carpet where we often had free time. The Pilgrim girls were done with their outfits and bonnets and could play with the kitchen set.
Oh, the devastation!!!!
It must have been an eternity that I was staring at the Pilgrim girls in their happy frolic, because Miss Alexander charges across the room, grabs my arm and leans in my ear to yell at me in a loud whisper, “get back to work!!!”
She hurt my arm. I hung my head, cutting my paper sack with my safety scissors with tears rolling down my cheeks.
I was a sad little Indian.
It was upon my greatest surprise that while in Thailand, I got to see Blue.
Blue? Yeah, I asked the same question.
It was about 2 years ago, that my friend, Songie, and I ate brunch at Brio’s Italian Restaurant that she first sang to me One Love. I listened to the song via YouTube but here in the U.S., boy band days have been long over. There were no survivors.
Fast forward to my anticipated trip to Thailand and a couple months after buying the plane ticket, Songie calls me and exclaimed that BLUE IS COMING!!!! Added to my pile of Thailand study materials was now Blue. I wanted to be as educated and involved and research is not only one of my favorite past times, it was my top priority. Language, Customs, Culture, & Blue.
When I think of Boy Bands, I’m thrown back to 1989 when I was 11 and first heard New Kids On The Block on the radio singing Hangin’ Tough. I idolized them and the biggest appeal was their different personalities, charming good looks, and vocal styles. Every Boy Band blends together a winning combination that the industry has tried so desperately to sustain and maintain decade after decade. I was a young mom during ‘Nsync and BSB days but wasn’t interested in their cliche matching attire or dance moves that made girls swoon. So it would be that as we grow and change, the boy band industry wants to remain the same. And the good music dies with it.
I believe that as the industry booms with this Boy Band idolization that it fails to recognize and evolve along with these individuals. I am not an eleven year old child anymore and I didn’t meet Blue as a screaming, hormonal teen. I looked into the eyes of a man who missed his dog, a man who couldn’t wait to celebrate his baby girl’s first birthday, a man who contemplated his spiritual growth and another who talked of disciplining his child if they didn’t clean up their toys. Their commitments and life experiences were not far off on my own and all I could think about was “come to America.”
It was amazing to sit amongst screaming fans. Blue fans were waiting outside their hotel, singing songs outside the arena, jumping up and down. During the opening of the concert, Blue stood there in the dim shadow and their silhouette alone made everyone go NUTS! I could not hide my smile. Fans rushed the stage and who be it from me to not allow a true fan to take my spot as I sit back, observe and enjoy the experience.
Simon, your eyes are absolutely captivating. There were times during the concert that I felt penetrated by your gaze and that you were singing to only me. Wow. Your poise enthralls me and I would notice you walking into a room. Your presence demands it and I freely give it. Our first interaction was laughter and it broke through my serious façade. It is hard not to want to know more about you and as you methodically told me that I am hard to read, know that I am carefully taking all that I can in of you. You remembered my name and took me by the hand and danced with me my last night. It reminded me of Take the Lead where Antonio Banderas explains how a man can learn to touch a woman with respect by dancing. I will allow you to take the lead with me. Truly memorable. I believe Romeo and Krieger will be BFFs.
Antony, you were the first one ready to go. Always on time. That alone, I would bring you home to meet my father. A punctual man is an attractive man! I watched The Big Reunion and couldn’t help but feel torn when you were interviewed and heard you speak of some of the hurtful things people said about you (The Big Reunion season 1 episode 8). It was painful to hear. During the concert, I clapped and cheered more for you. I couldn’t wait to see you perform on stage. I loved learning about your endeavors beyond Blue. You seemed to have a lot more going on than anyone else and I feel I failed my research in missing that you would do Tommy the Rock Opera before playing Prince Charming! I enjoyed your company at dinner, noticing your cues that maybe you thought no one else saw. After we took the dinner picture for the 4th or 5th time and the cameraman said, “No flash,” you held back a laugh. I, in turn, laughed. I can’t really explain it to anyone else how funny I thought that moment was. Oh my god and you were singing, “Valerie.” Hearts, hearts, hearts! However brief my time was with you, it was memorable beyond measure.
Lee, What is not to love about you? Opposites attract and you would be the perfect Right kind of Wrong. You were not shy winking at me, talking to me and it felt really good just to be around you. Where do you find all that energy? You are really charming and have one of those magnetic personalities. I was absolutely mesmerized by you as we overlooked the city, you talked about your son, your writings and your commitments.
You can really bring out the best in people and that was when I felt most special. You love hard. You fall hard. There is no denying that you have the ability to shock and awe everyone and I hope you are encased by people who realize you are a man energized by your passions and they support and encourage you every step of the way.
Duncan, my kids tell me I need to stop judging. I thought I knew what to expect from you, but I was totally wrong. I was so surprised how welcomed you made me feel not knowing who this strange girl was amongst your circle of friends. A standard photo op and you spoke up first, greeting me with your big captivating smile. It was after the concert, the cheers, the screaming, the lights, the interviews…..it was when the cameras were off and it felt like just you and me, chatting like old mates. We shared our heartbreak, our pain, our faults, our spirituality. Then, all of a sudden, the TV turned on. The energy could not be denied in the room at that moment. You called me out on a few things that I feel most insecure about myself but there was no judging. Just a moment where I held your undivided attention. You smiled and spoke Pig Latin. You are a good man. Come to Ohio. No lights, no screaming….but there will be a home cooked meal waiting for you. Soul Food ;)
Blue is the epitome of talented men. No question. But it was their conversation and the ability to connect from personal experiences that captivated me. As an outsider, untouched by their music all these years, there is no doubt that Blue is a revered entity. Loyal fans all over the world have been loyal to Simon Webbe, Antony Costa, Duncan James and Lee Ryan. These handsome men are in my eyes, survivors. Their paths crossed early as young musical dreamers and have endured throughout the ever changing music industry. BoyBand-dom has been long gone. But Blue endured. It’s cool they have been together so long, but it’s the men they have become today that have made me a fan. Let the essence of Blue redefine the music industry’s confines of what it means to be a “Boy Band.”
Talented. Handsome. Mature. Men.
And let me be the first to welcome it.
My Eat, Pray, Love.
I had seen the movie but was not profoundly touched by it. Eh, was my reaction. Fast forward months…..and I sit with a broken heart, desperate for peace. I found the book by Elizabeth Gilbert on clearance for $2, I bought it and finished it in one day. I couldn’t put it down. Funny how you can read something when you’re clouded by a different perspective and it mad inspires you.
Off to Thailand, I go.
Foods are different there. Seafood with crustaceous shells and wiggly fins are their specialty. I saw something that was still alive when it was brought to my dinner table. I’m not sure what it was, and although I didn’t steer from my distaste for the aquatic menu, I did try new foods with Pork and Chicken. I didn’t gain weight like Ms. Gilbert did but rather lost 9. My Eat wasn’t about indulging in myself but rather controlling it. I didn’t have the temptations of Hot Head Burrito and Flyers Pizza to deter me. I stuck to the basic and it rewarded me. I felt very proud of myself.
Predominately Buddhist. I was so thrilled to be in a culture who’s spiritual influence was so far from my own environment. Studying a semester of Eastern Religions, I fell in love with Buddhism and Hinduism. I could find something to relate to all religions I learned about but the Middle Way and all the Gods empowered me. I was not torn with This Way or That Way righteousness but grasped a whole concept of acceptance. I chanted their prayers, I kneeled and bowed my head, I clasped my hands and accepted this way and welcomed whatever should come my way. At the Thao Maha Brahma Temple in Bangkok, I was told to ask for my wishes to the four-faced Brahma…..and given incense and flowers, I asked for my children’s happiness and success in Life. I then Traveled to the Ganesha Shrine, and chanted the prayers and offered gifts to influence me to overcome what obstacles come my way and to hope for success in my own Life. Next to the Ganesha Shrine, is the Trimurti Shine, the God of Love. I was told that going on Thursday around 2100-2130 would be the prime time to go for meeting your potential mate. My love prayers were not really for a mate to love, but rather to Love myself.
I was presented the opportunity to go to a funeral. I did not know the family but was told I could attened. Monks chanted, I sat with my hands in prayer taking it all in. The grandfather passed on and had read a long time ago in The Tibetan Book of the Dead that Monks will pray over three days to ensure the soul of the dead passes on to the next life. Three monks sit and chant. I kneel at an altar, bow three times. I kneel at the altar of the grandfather, given insense, bow in respect and offer a prayer to the grandfather to make it safely in the next life.
It makes me think of my own grandfather, wondering where his soul ended up. The thought of his charming essence thriving in the world makes me happy.
Heartbreak is a bitch! This one is taking its sweet time to allow me to find some sort of solace. I am void of any recognition that I was ever a person who cherished my own sense of self. I didn’t come to Thailand to find a love, but to no longer wallow in the love I feel I have lost. I want to start in any small way to love myself. After my prayers at the Trimurti Shrine, my ex texted me. It wasn’t the first that we had spoken since our breakup, but it was the coincidence of the moment. After my prayers…..thousands and thousands of miles away……and now in this moment, I hear from him. I gasped to my friend.
“It was the gods!” She exclaimed.
All reason to doubt floods my mind. But I am throwing logic out and just smiling. And smiling was my first step of enjoying myself in this moment.
Thailand was without any doubt, my Eat, Pray, Love. I did all three. I enjoyed the new foods I ate, the new spirituality and the love of every moment that I will cherish forever. My trip of a lifetime.
And I can’t wait to go back.
Unhappily Married, Happily Divorced
Cinco De Mayo has a special place in my heart. It is the day I was divorced.
May 5, 2004.
Eleven years later, it’s a time to reflect on the lessons learned and the great sense of freedom that divorce awarded me.
The legal aspects of marriage was broken. I was breaking the bad habit of abuse and saving myself and my children. What good is a mother whose husband yells at her constantly? He’s angry….she’s broken….and the kids suffer.
I planned a divorce for two years. I documented every waking moment. If it was a book to be read, u could find it in the subject marked “Tragedy.”
Even though marriage was the hardest part of living for me, divorce was hard in its own way as well. It’s a changing of lifestyle. It’s starting over again. But those are all elements we can adapt and overcome with time. I’ll never fully recover from my marriage.
I think the biggest factor is who you are divorcing. This was my biggest hurdle. I broke the legal ties my spouse held over me, but that didn’t stop the manipulation and control. I see the same situation with my best friend who recently divorced.
He asks her how much money she makes. (Not his business)
He asks who she is seeing. (Not his business)
He walks into her house like he owns it.
Been there done that.
And it is still just as rude as it was when I went thru it.
I’ve seen spouses divorce amicably. Sitting together with one lawyer, laughing and enjoying their decision together.
I am enjoying my decision. I reflect heavily on the sense of freedom I gained within and the wonderful life I have upheld.
The lesson I learned was that I will never get married again. I am not cut for it. I don’t like that feeling of being trapped. I love my freedom. I also like knowing that I am saving money. I hear it’s much more costly to get divorced nowadays!
We all make mistakes.
Marriage is a mistake I will never make again.
My gaming skills are much like my dating skills.
I am can reign supreme on consoles such as Atari and Nintendo but any upgrades from that is difficult for me. I have become uncoordinated and unconditioned in my young 36 years….lol
While in the middle of a high speed chase on Grand Theft Auto, the last thing on my mind is food and heartbreak. So to me, gaming is a good thing.
With a new PS4, there is no reason to let my kids hog all the fun. I bought Grand Theft Auto V and am ready to take on Los Santos. My kids probably think I’m ridiculous with the controller in hand and my ear phones on but I’m excited. Online play begins and with my new High Rise Apartment, I emerge into the city streets. This forum is filled with high level players and I see quick notifications that So-N-So died and So-N-So was killed by So-N-So. Holy shit. My measly level 13 and high anxiety is surely going to get hunted and die!
So I run.
Someone chases me. I steal a car and hit the gas. I am running into people, cars, houses, light posts…..I am not keeping my cool in this tense situation! What no one can see in my living room, is my legs flying up in the air, my elbows out, my butt cheeks are clenched with terror and anticipation of surviving this maniac chasing me. This is just a game but I am a mess. I am yelling involuntarily “Shit! Shit! Whoa! Oh my god! eeeeeeeeek! This guy is CHASING ME!!! Who puts a fire hydrant in the middle of a sidewalk when I’m trying to drive!!!! RUN run run run, go….c’mon, Valerie……shit…..goooooooo!”
This guy was on my ass the whole time, I finally made a sharp turn around a cement wall and pulled out my gun. He came around the corner and I was aiming right at him and shot him dead. Kill or be killed.
I place my feet back on the floor. My heart is racing and sigh a heavy sigh…….I killed him. I can’t believe I survived!
I was silently celebrating my victory when someone turned on their mic, and laughs. I look up and that’s when I realize: OOPS! My mic has been on the whole time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What entertainment my panic episode was to this other player! I started laughing myself……..
This was the most fun I had had laughing at myself in sooooo long. I keep playing this gaming episode over and over in my heard because it’s just so freaking funny. People may wonder why I have this stupid smile on my face.
I have never experienced any date that has ever been this much fun. That’s sad. Just a meet and great and an uncomfortable smile that never led to any laughter. Pathetic.
I’m glad to know that just with myself, I still have the ability to laugh and smile and enjoy my own company.
I celebrate it because the teachers in elementary school told us we had to give everyone in the class a Valentine’s Day card.
Students I never talked to. Girls that made fun of me. Boys that were icky. Didn’t matter. Kids I ignored just like they ignored me, gave each other a small sentiment from the commands of our teachers.
I mechanically obey this ritual for years. It stopped in Jr. high and High School. I never had a boyfriend on Valentine’s Day up to that point. When I was married, I’m trying to recall any special sentiments that were given to me. I don’t ,but like a plagued bankruptcy where it lingers on your credit history for nearly a decade, I’m going to consider any attempted gratitudes forgettable on the grounds of time and abuse.
The last Valentine’s Day gift I can remember came from my ex- The Wanna Be Cop. A beautiful card with a $1200 check that he owed me for his Cop Training School.
Oh. How. Sweet.
I gave up getting any sort of specialness on the day designed for it. I don’t want someone to feel forced to do it. Or be unoriginal with chocolates and roses or proposals—-it loses meaning.
The next man, should there be one, I challenge. I have yet to hear, see, experience a knock-me-off-my-feet kind of guy. All have been simple, lacking romance and action that fervor any heat and element of surprise.
I look to be surprised. But let me know ahead of time ;)
So today, on this Valentine’s Day…..I received a couple “happy V days” from my thoughtful colleagues, texts from friends and the best gift everrrrrrrrr from my BFF…..
A beautifully made scarf in purple- my fave color and the best most cherished gift anyone who knows me could ever give me……Chapstick!!!!!
The bar has been raised.
Happy Valentine’s Day. And I say this not because anyone told me to. This year, for the first time….I actually mean it.
“Let them go…..and when they fly North…..u to South.”
I couldn’t have written this any better myself.
You can’t choose when you write. It just happens. One moment you will be laying in bed, only to be dragged out from your semiconscious state of slumber to write down the new ideas that have popped into your head, which will surely be forgotten if not immediately written down…which leads me to where I’m at right now.
Some people change. It might be for the better, and it might be for the worse, but either way, they are not the same person you used to know. The characteristics that once defined the one you loved, cared about, and knew for so long, have morphed into something completely different. The entire personality of someone, anyone, can be instantaneously altered. Drastic events not need even occur to cause this transition from friend to sudden stranger.
Personally, I know what this is like. When someone close to you changes, there is really nothing…
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Paloma Faith sings “Only Love Can Hurt Like This.” I, too, crumble…..
But it’s not from Love.
Love is a wonderful feeling. I can still remember the first moment when I felt it. I can remember when You first said it. I can account for all the times that You and I made perfect sense and for all those heartfelt times when You didn’t make any sense to me. Love doesn’t cause those harrowing memories. The opposite of Love can impact so deeply that you find yourself emotionally impaired. Not even the Love I felt could save You.
Writing helps. But even I can’t always find the words. So I turn to Music.
Certain songs take me back to a particular time and feeling in my life. It has become my refuge in moments where I need someone else’s words and vocals to echo my pain. Some songs have the power to uplift and inspire.
My breakup is so recent that I am still smiling through the heartache. Like a good girl would do. I know it won’t last forever but in an effort to mend and strengthen, this will be my last personal post on the matter. I know that through pain can come inspiration and I have often said some of my greatest lessons came from my greatest failures. I feel beautiful things can come from my darkest moments.
No Mud, No Lotus
As I write, I am inspired to share my own Heartbreak Soundtrack. Some songs have really touched me, some songs have empowered me to hold my head up high. All have been very therapeutic and assisted in unraveling the ups and downs that come with a relationship as well as the unfortunate and arduous demise.
1. Rascall Flatts – What hurts the most
2. Amy Lee – You
3. Lily Allen – Not Fair
4. Sam Smith – I’m Not The Only One
5. Paloma Faith – Can’t Rely On You
6. Karmin – Acapella
7. Evanescence – Everybody’s Fool
8. Usher – U Got It Bad
9. Aretha Franklin – Never Loved A Man (The Way I Loved You)
10. Florence And The Machine – Heavy In Your Arms
11. Katherine McPhee – Neglected
12. Nicole Scherzinger – Don’t Hold Your Breath
13. Lana Del Rey – Video Game
14. Lifehouse – It Is What It Is
15. Mary J. Blige – Not Gon Cry
16. P!nk – Try
17. Plumb – Cut
18. A Fine Frenzy – Almost Lover
19. Alicia Keys – If I Ain’t Got You
20. Avenged Sevenfold – So Far Away
21. Killswitch Engage – My Curse
22. Irene And Reed – Even With Closed Eyes
23. Irene And Reed – Not Lonely Anymore
Thanks for listening.