Why can't I be you

    After licking my wounds for quite some time I was ready to date! And so there he showed up. Tall and handsome, divorced like I was, two kids around Amber's age, in good shape, physically and mentally, at least that's what it looked like. He fitted all the categories of a good date for a fashionable divorcee like myself. We had gone on a couple of dates by now and this time he surprised me with an intimate concert of a South American performer. The space was small and cozy and we were having a nice chat while waiting for the performance to start. He was a bit shy and somehow every date seemed like the first one at the beginning. After a few silly jokes on my part to break the ice he always seemed to be more at ease. We had not kissed yet and I was curious a bit. Since the venue was a restaurant we had ordered a couple of appetizers and a bottle of wine. The wine arrived and after a couple of glasses we were both giggling a bit more. It felt good, the wine, soft lighting, nice soft background music and suddenly after another of my silly jokes that screamed for just kiss me now, he leaned towards me. And there I was shocked, not at his new found courage but at the background music I heard. The chick band was playing. That's how I used to call them anyway, till today I can't remember the band's name but they were unmistakable. It was one of my ex-boyfriend’s favorite bands and to me they sounded like elevator music. A band of girls playing very well known songs and mellowing them down. I particularly disliked what they did to my favorite The Cure song, Why can't I be you. Mathew played it often and like the good little girlfriend I was I pretended to like them as much as he did. Well somehow the band sneaked in the middle of my almost kiss and with them memories snuck between my date and "the lean". What could have been a sweet first kiss was abruptly interrupted. My ex was sitting right between us and it was not my date's fault, it wasn't Mathew's fault either or the girl's band. I put him there, in a blink of a music flashback. I could have stopped the wave of memories that rushed in I guess but I didn't. Sometimes you think you are ready and life slaps you in the face with a mellow remake of your favorite The Cure song.