cyber wooing

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.)

7 Replies to “cyber wooing”

  1. 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.

  2. 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 …..

  3. 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. 🙂

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