Carnal Zen

When you’re in the throws of getting to know someone there are always early compatibility indicators.  What books are on his shelves, what is does the movie collection say, what their friends are like, how many video games are around and most importantly, what’s on his playlist.

 I am not a music junkie.  In fact this weekend I heard about Shazam some iPhone application that lets you play a few notes of any song and it will immediately respond with the artist, album title, song name and places to purchase.  I need that.

 Maybe you think judging his musical preference is shallow.  I admit that schizophrenia would be the only logical response to a review of my own collection but I’ll let you men in on a little secret – I am looking for something that can’t be found on a top 40.  Something that tells me he doesn’t just run with the pack.

 Not long ago, Mate and I piled in the car to head to dinner.  I clicked on his stereo to hear Miley Ray Cyrus at top volume.  In one fluid motion, he scrunched his nose and belted out every word to the neophyte pop star’s song to the very last “yeah yeah”.  I laughed through my nose.

 That’s the juicy stuff I replay when he’s so far away.  It’s been a long summer.  I’m ready for his ship to come in, for us to thumbwrestle over whose turn it is to make the coffee and to just be silly in those private precious ways.

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