Oh, Led Zeppelin, I’d never heard this song before it showed up on BOB. I’m clearly not cool enough for this world. It did remind me of a memory from college, maybe I’ve written about this before, but I’ve written a lot of posts, so bear with me. Anyway, my freshman year of college, my roommate and I were both in love with the same woman and we both agreed that all was fair in love and war, so whoever she fell in love with first, we would respect that decision. Looking back, I’m kind of amazed at the ego on us that we couldn’t conceive that there would have been other options besides the two of us. Anyway, through a random series of events, her and I ended up making out and holding hands one magical weekend when we visited Brookings, SD for their homecoming. And we made out some more when we got back to St. Cloud. But during our pillow talk, she confided in me that it was really my roommate that she really liked. And because I was so caught up in the emotions and happiness I was feeling, I felt so magnanimous that of course I would bring the two of them together so that they would be happy. I still don’t understand the logic of it, Led Zeppelin. But anyway, I told my roommate what was up and I walked him over to her dorm room. I still vividly remember standing out on the sidewalk after he walked in to go talk to her. There was this hallway that was all windows that linked the common room to the dorms, so I could see both of them walking toward each other, and that’s where they converged, and they hugged, and then walked to the dorms together. And it started raining. And I just stood there, wondering what the hell I’d just done.
The next few months involved copious amounts of alcohol as they fell madly in love and I watched like the fool in the rain that I was.
It’s all good, Led Zeppelin. From what I understand, they’re married with kids, so it all worked out. And I’m married to a beautiful saint who puts up with latch hooking and music blogs. So life has a way of working out. And frankly, as horrible as I felt back then, that moment standing out on the sidewalk in the rain watching the girl of my then-dreams fall into the arms of my best friend, well, that’s John Cusack “Say Anything” shit right there, so that’s not such a bad memory to have. But I’m so goddamn glad I’m not 19 anymore.