If you open your heart to someone and they stomp allover it what is your next action?
Cry?
Fight?
Run?
Cuss?
Don’t care one bit?
Or, other?
Thanks, Beck. Now I have an earworm of an Elton John/Kiki Dee song.
Other: get even.
I knew it would put a worm in your ear. Sorry 
No worries, Beck. Happy memories of doing this duet with a nice young lady at karaoke.
Nice. Is that the whole story?
Another broken heart in your wake, perhaps?
Naw, she was just a nice friend, is all. Though if anything more had happened, I probably wouldn’t have said no.
Beautiful voice though. I had to stretch to reach Elton’s tenor, but I managed. She could hit Kiki Dee’s notes effortlessly.
She’s now a corporate lawyer in Vancouver. Maybe I need to plan a trip …
You have the perfect line already. “Don’t go breaking my heart…”
Do it!!
Beck, that was over 20 years ago. If she remembers me at all, I think it would be more for me being the klutz who spilled his beer in his lap, rather than her duet partner on “Don’t Go Breakin’ My Heart.”
As Simon and Garfunkel sang, "“Preserve your memories; they’re all that’s left you.” So if all I have are happy memories of the young lady; well, I’ll take those.
The most succinct answer to this is the sign you often see at Bait & Tackle shops:
“BEER AS COLD AS YOUR EX-GIRLFRIEND’S HEART”
Walk away.
And remember.
Harry Nilsson said it very eloquently:
You’re breaking my heart,
You’re tearin’ it apart,
So fuck you.
You dun stomped on my heart
And you mashed that sucker flat.
You just sorta
Stomped on my aorta
To answer the question, eons ago when we were in the Navy, Mike was deployed on a carrier and I wasn’t. But we wrote, till he wrote to dump me. So I, in my mature way, got my hair cut. I’d been growing it long for him, which was a pain in uniform, having to pin it up. Guess I showed him!!! I was also going to send back everything he’d ever given me, but I decided he wasn’t worth the postage. I still have the necklace from him almost 50 years later. I’ve occasionally wondered what became of him, but his name is common enough that googling is a waste of time.
Good tune. Your ear worm could be worse.
Well, if you do, give me a call!
“…call me (call me), on the line
Call me, anytime
Call me, call me….”
I cry for a while and then move on.
Certainly anyone getting into a relationship must know…love is a battlefield.
Now I got an earworm.
I woke up with it in my head and felt the need to pass it on.