I want to bathe with you in the sea.

Tonight when I was shopping at the supermarket (grocery store? do other people say supermarket?), and there were like fifty million other people there buying their chicken and slices of cheese and over-priced cereal and I was a bit like “uh, I have a head cold why is EVERYONE and their grandmother buying food right now” and hurling tomatoes and corn chips into my basket. Ten minutes later I passed a woman in the yogurt section squawking into her cell phone, “of course, the whole universe happens to be at the store at the same time as me” and I was like, can that woman hear herself? She sounds ridiculous!

And then this song came on the loudspeakers while I was checking out. I’m pretty sure it was a sign from Myra Kraft that she loves me.

(Don’t tell me you hate this song. Everyone secretly loves this song.)

And yet…I really hope my cool British neighbors didn’t just hear me listening to it again. Twice.


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One response to “I want to bathe with you in the sea.

  1. I love that song! When I was in 7th grade, I had a crush on this boy and it was my fantasy that some day we would slow dance to that song, even though he went to a different school and there was no way that would happen. But I thought it was the most romantic thing. I would picture us slow dancing on a mountain, in the sea, then we would lay like that forever, on the beach, after getting out of the sea, til the sky fell down on us.

    Later, that boy dated one of my high school friends. One of my MALE high school friends. Then after that, the lead singer of Savage Garden came out. So now that song mostly just reminds me that I was a late bloomer, gaydar-wise.

    Let’s hang out soon– my man and I are moving to LA in the fall!

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