Glee’s boy choir version of Katy Perry’s “Teenage Dream.”
So.
Yesterday, MB sent this song to my email while he was at work. A YouTube love letter of sorts. And from the very first sentence, I was doubled over with tears of laughter at the insane funny-sweet of the whole thing. The man knows how to get me, that’s for sure.
We’d watched this episode of Glee the other night and I’d commented how much I loved this version the guys did. Great arrangement. Lush harmonies. He’d obviously made a note of it. The lyrics are pretty darn girl-specific, so the image of giant manly MB saying these things to me ….. well, I was gone. Toast. My laptop almost crashed to the floor, I was shaking that hard with laughter. How can I resist a man who sends me — his wife of a jillion years — a teen anthem to declare his love??
And the messages we started to send each other, quoting the lyrics and commenting on them. I had tears streaming down my cheeks.
Here’s a smattering:
HE: You think I’m pretty without any makeup on
(The image of MB with his bearded face plastered in makeup — well, it’s just too much, I tell you)
ME: Yes, thank God you’re pretty.
HE: We drove to Cali and got drunk on the beach.
Remember?
ME: Um, when?? You got me drunk is what happened here, Casanova, and then drove me to “Cali.” I need to be drunk to be anywhere near “Cali.”
HE: Hm. That explains a lot.
ME: Yep.
HE: Let’s go all the way tonight.
ME: Hahahahahahahaha!! Well, let’s pray about it, ‘mkay?
HE: Yes, let’s. Oh. I’m getting a word from the Lord.
ME: Hahahahaha. I’ll bet you are. You know, I’m glad to hear you think “this is real.” I was gearing up to ask you where this relationship is headed.
HE: I think we both know.
ME: Cocky.
HE: I’m going to let that slide.
ME: Yes. I’m sure you will.
HE: Look, it says we can build a fort out of sheets.
ME: Ooooh, that sounds fun! Do I have to do laundry in order for this to happen?
HE: No. Laundry is anti-fort.
ME: But dance until we die? Can we stop dancing before that happens?
HE: Yeah. I don’t really have an interest in dancing until I die. We can skip that part.
ME: Phhew.
HE: I’mma get your heart racing in my skin-tight jeans, be your teenage dream tonight
ME: Hahahahahahahahahahaha!!! I can’t bear it. You’ve killed me. You win. And where are these skin-tight jeans, btw? I would pay real dollars to see this.
HE: Oh, you’ll see.
ME: Really?? Hahahahahahaha!! My heart is already ….. well, not exactly racing, but jogging. Or something.
HE: That’s a start.
ME: Also, I like how you’re going to “LET me put my hands on you.” Hahahaha. Yes. Mother, may I?
HE: You may.
ME: Try and stop me.
HE: Why??
ME: See you soon.
HE: I’m coming home now.
ME: Oh! I’ll prepare the fort.
Uhm, yeah. This is now my favorite song.
(An aside: Menfolk? I highly recommend this tactic. Very ….. effective.)
MB is very funny! 🙂
Karen — Well, I think so! The skintight jeans bit is what killed me.
I am so glad that you have both decided NOT to dance UNTIL YOU DIE.
When I think about swearing off men and giving up on dating altogether, when I’m fed up with the long search and my absurd dating history and – you know – men just being all weird and stuff like they are…
I read a post about you and MB. And then I say to myself, “Maybe someday I’ll find someone who loves me and gets me like MB and Tracey get each other.”
And I decide not to give up just yet.
sheila — Yes. After much consideration, we thought it was for the best.
Marisa — I believe there is that guy out there for our dear Marisa. I do believe it! Someone in his skintight jeans …..
Well, the guys in tight jeans were usually nothin’ but trouble if I remember correctly. 😉 But maybe if we can find me a nice one.
And I have not caught up on this season yet, but I watched this scene online and LOVED it. 🙂