Posts Tagged ‘love



28
Mar
11

sometimes you just gotta say “what the f*ck.” *

Dear Readers,

Going against my better judgment I am going to write my first letter in almost three weeks to my readers (again), but really it’s on behalf of myself. I say ‘against my better judgment’ for two reasons: 1. the Jewish guilt I feel for not coming up with something new in so long is really riding me hard right now and 2. I’ve released this blog to a few of my real (not twitter/blog friends who don’t actually know who I am) friends, and thus fear being harassed over how lame some of this is sure to be. But as I’ve found myself saying lots lately, f*ck it.

Basically I want to use this space as a means to offer an apology to all of my adoring fans out there. I say that with only a hint of sarcasm, because in truth I did receive many tweets, direct messages, and emails during my absence inquiring as to my whereabouts, even people claiming “I can’t get through my day without your posts.” While I think that is a bit too much pressure on myself, I appreciate the sentiment. Knowing my writing has actually meant something to at least a few people makes it worthwhile. However, blogging by nature is narcissistic, and therefore what my fans think really amount to jack shit, at the end of the day. I kid, I kid.

But honestly, I created this blog to try to discover something about myself, in a humorous (hopefully) and anonymously public manner. Now, my self proclaimed break in the action has not come because I have discovered anything, in fact, I’m probably even more at a loss for my romantic self than I was when I started last fall. However, real life has managed to get in the way, and as a result, finding someone to make out with has not really been on my radar this month.

Three things all happened at once: 1. I took on more freelance writing to pay the mortgage (which means when I have free time, writing/blogging is not exactly my favorite thing to do) 2. Tennis season started and I’m still adjusting to waking up at 5am a few days a week and 3. I realized once the summer ends, I’m going to need full time employment…and as a result I’ve actually started applying myself to job search more.

Bottom line is I haven’t been on a date in over a month, and on top of that, I haven’t even really been interested. I don’t know where I’m going to be in 6 months, and since I need to figure that out it makes trying to pursue a relationship out somewhat difficult. I would’ve thought that writing about ex-girlfriends would still be really easy, but getting mentally into the moment when I’m having a tough time about present options for make outs is harder than one would think.

But I have some good news. Not knowing exactly where I’m going to be in the near future shouldn’t really have this much of an effect on my personal life…so I think I’m going to rev up the engines again. The chances of me finding anyone who I like enough/likes me enough to alter my future are slim anyway, so like I said above, f*ck it.

Also, I want to make out.

Jeremy (bam, my real name)

*Risky Business

09
Mar
11

dear victor hugo,

I guess I should include the likes of Claude-Michel Schonberg (composer) & Herbert Kretzmer (English lyrics). Most of all, this letter goes out to Samantha Barks, who played the part of Eponine at the 25th Anniversary Les Miserables concert at the 02 Arena last Autumn. Is “On My Own” not the original “Dear Ex” letter? Yes, yes, I’m well effing aware that Eponine & Marius were never actually an ‘item,’ but I think I’m ok with that given that more than half the girls I’ve written letters to on this blog were never my actual girlfriend; instead they were just either objects of my affection who didn’t return said affection or biatches I met with once and never want to see again. It’s impossible for me to convey just how much I love this song, and pretty much all of the Les Mis soundtrack…and I’m also proud to admit it. I have no shame that I like some showtunes (Tommy, by The Who, should not be missed on Broadway, for example). Although I guess it does make it a bit easier to make this exclamation from the pulpit of an anonymous blog. But still, I might be risking losing a percentage of male readers by admitting that Les Miserables has often brought me to tears. I think I tweeted while I was watching this on PBS this past weekend something along the lines of “If Les Mis doesn’t affect your emotions in some way, you dont have a soul.” Watch this clip, I stand by that statement.

PS – Notice how I didn’t dedicate this song to g-damned ‘Glee‘ or Joey Potter from ‘Dawsons Creek.’ Want to know why? Because those shows are for p-words. And I’m all man baby.

PPS – I used to love ‘Dawsons Creek.’ And I’ve intentionally avoided ‘Glee’ because I have a feeling I’d love it. And yes, I put the PPS beneath the clip hoping most people wouldn’t notice it.

09
Feb
11

dear damien rice,

The other night I got into a conversation at the bar with a couple of female friends of mine about wedding songs. As in, what do you want to be played (preferably by the sweet-ass band, and not a DJ) when you have your first dance with your new spouse. The conversation didn’t last long, as we were in a small, local bar, that all of a sudden was taken over by a group called the Gay Sports Alliance, or something along those lines. Trust me, I don’t have any issue with it at all, but it got extremely loud extremely quickly and normal conversation just wasn’t going to happen. I was actually psyched the GSA showed up, because I figured if any eligible females showed up, I had a waaay better chance than normal. Yet, I digress. And no, I didn’t take anyone home.

Long story short, I couldn’t really come up with a good answer. Naturally, I ran through some of my favorite bands/musicians, and most of that stuff just doesn’t cut it. “Black” by Pearl Jam? Radiohead’s “Fake Plastic Trees?” “Burn” by Ray Lamontagne or pretty much anything you wrote, Damien? All of these songs are absolutely unreal feats of song-writing…however they are far more fitting for a breakup, not an effing marriage. I just realized why I like all this depressing music, I get rejected lots, the music is mood-fitting. Cue the sympathy comments!

Anyway, on my way home I was listening to a show of yours I downloaded (legally, I think…) from about 5 years ago, and you rocked an unreleased track, heard here…

I’m sure you remember all the lyrics, after all it is your own song, but for all those who um, might randomly stumble upon this incredibly private letter to you, this link might prove helpful. You can listen, and read at your own discretion, but it’s this line that really hit me…

I’ve got so much beauty around me I can’t move
I’ve got so much beauty around me I can’t lose

That’s what I want to be played during my first dance. Not only a shout out to the love between me and my (crossing fingers) future intelligent, funny, witty, smoking hot, honest, caring wife (I bet you didn’t even notice how I snuck in ‘smoking hot,’ did you?), but I feel like it also pays homage to my family and friends, right? I feel like it also might work in lieu of a thank you speech from me, because while I can ramble with a keyboard like Dickens, I don’t like public speaking. I can picture it now….’Franks Dad is here, that’s awesome, I haven’t seen him in like 8 years.

Sorry, I’m not a talker, I’m not a talker…’

 

 

02
Feb
11

dear alabama & clarence,

Before I delve into the beauty of this final scene, first let me thank you for allowing me the opportunity to figure out how to embed a youtube clip with a specific start time. While not exactly complicated, I never really needed to before. But with this clip, I decided it best to start halfway through, no real reason to force people to view an extreme close up of a bloody eye and what not. Alas, if people really want to watch that part they can always move the cursor backwards a bit.

Anyhoo…let’s be clear about a few things: even though I am using this scene I do not A. want to be shot in the eye B. be chased by the mafia or C. marry a call girl. Yes, even a call girl as badass and sexy as you, Alabama. Something tells me the inevitable meeting of the (my jewish & slightly JAPpy) parents would be just too awkward. What I do know is that I want to ride off into the sunset with someone that badass, and that sexy, and preferably with music that effing sweet playing in the background. Oh, I also want someone (a female someone) to think I am so cool, so cool, so cool…

And as cheesy as this sounds, I think the real beauty of this scene lies in the solitude of the small family in the beach on the end. Do they not seem completely content with simply each other? Actually, ‘content’ is probably not a strong enough word…lets use the word ‘happy’ instead. I know it’s bland & generic, but it also really gets the point across. I am not ready for a wife and kids, yet, but I guess what I am ready for is the thought of a family. I want to go through the normal process (as in, not getting married the morning after meeting a female in a movie theater on my birthday, who then turns out to have been a hooker for four days, going to kill her pimp, stealing a bunch of drugs yada yada yada); I want to date a intelligent, funny, beautiful woman; I want to fall in love and propose, and have an amazing wedding on the beach at my parents house (yes, mom & dad, you dont need to start preparing the house quite yet), then have a kid or two. But like I said, I am not ready for all of that quite yet…for now, I just want a girl to think I’m cool.

Wow, I had no idea I was going to get that heavy from that scene…It is an amazing clip, and movie, though. I guess it deserves something a bit emotional. I think I might even pop in the bluray…

QT

ps – Note to the future Mrs. Dearexgirlfriend, I’m not naming our kid Elvis.




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