I don't usually write posts specifically about my guy ... but today ... I'm going to make an exception.
Stoney is a bit younger than me. Not a lot younger, mind you ... but some. I have my toe right there on that line between "age is just a number" and "Mrs. Robinson, you're trying to seduce me." He's always been kind and never made a big deal out of it ... other than once or twice when we're talking about a movie or a television show and he'll smile this mischievous smile and say he couldn't stay up that late or some other smart ass remark. But this weekend, I discovered a definitive gauge exists to determine that, in fact, we are from different age groups.
We were going to St. Louis to see Drive by Truckers. And when we're traveling, he lets me do something special ... and he has no idea he's even doing it.
See, when I was married, my ex always chose the music we listened to ... and it was always the Beatles. Occasionally when the mood would strike him we'd listen to a odd, eclectic mix of 70's songs ... but not only did I never get to choose the music ... I could never touch his iPod.
I try very, very hard never to pull that relationship into this one. Stoney shouldn't have to pay for my ex's sins. I try not to talk about that time or make choices or requests based on bad memories. I slip now and then ... I talked a bit about that mess this weekend and I feel awful about it. But I do try to pretend, for all practical purposes, that all that time never existed.
So ... back to the present ...
Without knowing how cool it makes him ... Stoney lets me play with his iPod. He lets me pick songs ... plays along when I'll ask him to pick one ... and he tries to find fun songs I've never heard of. It's one of the best parts of traveling with him. It's an adventure ... seeing what songs he has and which songs he doesn't. And here's where we circle back around ... to age.
I am firmly Van Halen ... he is ... wait for it ... Van Hagar. How could ... just ... ugh! When I saw his list of Van Halen songs and the big gaping hole where "Everybody Wants Some" and "Dance the Night Away" and "Pretty Woman" should've been ... I reacted with a suitable amount of shock and disdain. I'll admit he made a very valid point ... by the time he was old enough to appreciate Van Halen, they already had Sammy Hagar in the lineup ... and David Lee Roth had become a joke. I can't deny it ... if you hadn't lived through "Big Bad Bill" then "Ice Cream Man" would seem ridiculous.
So ... I can accept the fact that while I was drinking tequila ... not in a trailer by the sea, mind you ... that he was still in high school ... hell, actually it was more likely middle school. And I'm also going to accept that he would rather hear "Why Can't This Be Love" than "Beautiful Girls" ... as blasphemous as that might be. I've fallen for a Van Hagar listening Cardinals fan. Sweet Jesus ... what has become of me?!
I want some too! Whoa!
Everybody wants some! Hey, hey!
How 'bout you?
Van Halen - Everybody Wants Some