THE QUESTION IS THE ANSWER…
It’s a couple’s world, Douglas Coupland once wrote and he was far from being wrong. It isn’t easy being on your own, but things can get a lot easier if you have a couple of friends joining you in your solitude. A couple of years ago, two of my best friends and myself found ourselves free of any relationship, and we happily dove into bachelor world. Which basically meant we went out hoping to find someone who would let us back into the real world. The one Douglas Coupland was talking about. Anyways, nights have never been as long as they were in those days. There was always a next bar, another dark hole with drinks, music, cigarettes and -hopefully- girls. There was only one problem: we never talked to any. We were either too shy or too awestruck to pick up a conversation. So we just spent our evenings getting terribly drunk and having the same conversation over and over again. “She’s looking at me.” “No, she’s looking at me!” Once a DJ had the brilliant idea to spin “Mr. Jones” by The Counting Crows so we could actually sing those words. Most of the time, it turned out she was looking at the guy who was standing right behind us. In the meantime, cigarettes kept turning into smoke, beer kept flowing, turning all those hypotheses into useless words. Because, even if someone were to try and save us and take us into the good safe world again, we would not be able to recognize the effort, much less perform reasonably. Thus days and nights and weeks and months and years went by. We tried to enhance our techniques (straightforward talking was never among the solutions), we even read scientific work on the matter. Apparently some scientists had done some research and had come to the conclusion that men and women seek different things when hunting. Women tend to be drawn towards popular men who are surrounded by other women, while men are especially attracted to women who seem to be on their own, even if they are in a crowd. We convinced some lady friends to go out with us, but nothing happened. We just had more beers, more cigarettes, more debates. We were stuck in the outskirts of the real world.
A couple of years have gone by now. One of my friends lives on the other side of the world, the other one has made a living out of traveling. And it’s funny, whenever I get nostalgic for the outskirts, I can never seem to remember a single face of the women we so vehemently fought over. All those princesses we thought would save us from our mistaken lives. The only faces I do remember are my two friends’. Hundreds of them in hundreds of bars and situations and dance floors. Laughing and smoking and shaking their heads. “No man, she’s looking at me!”
Anyways, this is a new song. With some words I might have said on any of those endless evenings, but never did. Words that would condemn any man to the outskirts for eternity.
Laura Räsänen sang along. By now, she is a Songer of Songs as well. For which I am very grateful.