Save it 'til the morning after

It lately became a semi-habit of having coffee with this friend (and yes, ex-boylet) at the building cafeteria. In one of those coffee breaks, this song from Duran-Duran happened to play on the radio. With his usual insight, he made me listen to the song and said the it fit my friend M's situation perfectly. He knew (and was witness) to her current search for a fling. He pointed out this particular stanza....

"And you wanted to dance so I asked you to dance

But fear is in your soul

Some people call it a one night stand

But we can call it paradise"

- Duran Duran "Save a Prayer"

I agree it's perfect for M at the moment, with her crazy quest for that perfect fubu. I know I can't stop her but I can definitely keep an eye on her to make sure she doesn't do anything stupid.

But her current life made me look into that part of my past as well... and part of that past was sitting right across me singing that song with much gusto. Irony of ironies... didn't he realize the song talked about that part of our lives as well?

"Don't say a prayer for me now,

Save it 'til the morning after "

Don't ask, don't tell. You do it and then leave. Don't question your actions, just enjoy the moment. No demands except each other's pleasure. And the next day, act as if nothing happened between the two of you.

Perhaps what made me such a perfect meantime girl was the fact that I never made any indication of wanting to be more than just a friend. He came and then he left. Besides, I wasn't exactly free to be more than just a friend. And I knew he still had hang-ups. But I did wish that I was seen as a cherished friend. 'Snort' I know... wishful thinking.

'Sigh'. Just a day in the crazy life of a girl (pseudo)named Quiquay.