How You Doin’ Blondie?


The Plot [among other things] Thickens
October 19, 2007, 4:33 am
Filed under: love, lust, Men, relationship, sex | Tags: , , , , ,

When He and I were at the bar that night, an incredibly intoxicated and/or terribly misguided guy got up on “stage” to serenade us with a little Kid Rock. I scrunched up my nose in general distaste and asked Him if He was a fan of Kid Rock, and He admitted liking a few of his songs. Then, to elaborate, He said there was really only one song of Kid Rock’s He enjoyed, and although He couldn’t remember the name of it, there was a line that went “I want to fuck you like I’m never going to see you again.” Was He dropping a hint that just flew right over my naive head? Or is He really into that song? I looked up the lyrics, the song is called “So Hott”:

You got a body like a devil and you smell like sex

I can tell you’re trouble but I’m still obsessed

Because you know you’re so hot, I want to get you alone

So hot, I wanna get you stoned

So hot, I don’t want to be your friend

I want to fuck you like I’m never gonna see you again

You’re like the kiss of death, like the hand of fate

I can tell you’re trouble but I still want a taste

Because you’re so hot I want to get you alone

I want to get you stoned

I don’t want to be your friend

I want to fuck you like I’m never gonna see you again

 

I’m telling you, that Kid Rock is a hopeless romantic.

But more importantly, what was He saying when He told me this was His favorite song? Was He trying to tell me He wants to fuck me like He’s never going to see me again? Because logistically that wouldn’t work out. I mean He can fuck my brains out, that’s fine, but we live right across the street from each other, so He’s going to see me again. Or am I reading into it entirely too much? I’m not exactly sure how much He’d had to drink when all this happened, but He seemed lucid. Of course when we got back to His house He certainly made like He had every intention of fucking me like He’d never see me again (not that I minded overmuch). Maybe I should just be flattered that I’m so hot and I smell like sex?