Yesterday I was listening to my last.fm neighbor (or as they call it, “neighbour”) radio, and En Vogue’s “My Lovin’ (Never Gonna Get It)” came on. My gut instinct was to click the Next button as quickly as possible but, instead, I decided to listen to it.
Yes, it’s an awful song. But more importantly, it brought back a memory in my head from years ago – one that I had totally forgotten.
It was the summer after 8th grade, and I had rekindled a friendship with one of my friends I had a crush on for a long, long time. We’ll call her “Bandy M.” (wow, that’s subtle!) Bandy and I would hang out almost every day and listen to music, ride bikes, etc. – and even play Uno. Yes, Uno.
There was one time, though, when Bandy was having a hard time figuring out what to do with a boy she was interested in. We’ll call him “Mick R.”. Mick was, in my estimation, a bit of a dolt. If he looks now like he did in 8th grade, he’d have “creepy guy” written all over him. In any event, she liked him – but he was treating her like crap, go figure.
One day we were on the phone talking – pretty much a daily thing – and the En Vogue song came on in the background of her line. She commented on how she loved that song. The best part, though, was when it got to the chorus (you know – “My lovin’, no you’re never gonna get it!”) She remained silent while it was on and then said – slightly fuzzy on this, but the gist is here – “I love this song… this song is for Mick. Mick, it’s my lovin’, and you’re never gonna get it!”
She said it with such conviction and honesty. I laugh while I think about this now, and how such an insipid song could make a connection like that. But, as far as I know, Mick never did get Bandy’s lovin’. So at least she stuck to her guns.
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