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Newspaper Article
That's My Pride Beneath the Love Train
2007
Overview
My reservations mounted. I could no longer take his eccentricities with a grain of salt by telling myself, ''He's just so free-spirited,'' or ''It's cute how he ditches social norms.'' Still, I chose to suppress them, throwing my standards out the window along with my cynicism. Romance had proved me wrong: it was real and it was here, begging me to appease it no matter how deplorable the circumstances. My ordinary sorrows felt utterly original to me, almost revolutionary. I spent an entire week (or so it seemed) crouching on street corners with my palms raised to the sky, thinking such novel thoughts as, ''No one will ever understand'' and ''This is the first time in history that pain like this has been felt by a human being.'' So I sang the lyric to his voice mail: ''Sweet summer days when I was feeling so fine, just you and me girl was a beautiful time. Oh yeah, said I felt so happy, my, my, my ...'' with the last ''my, my, my'' croaked out in an almost silent cry to make him pity me even more. I then called him 17 more times, relishing with each automated pickup the sound of his recorded voice.
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New York Times Company
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