Have you ever hit it off with someone at a party? Or at a bar? Or at a club? Or in line at Target buying sheets? Like, really hit it off? And, you're not dreaming of a wedding and children with this guy. You're just feeling like maybe there's something there. Something that could turn real.
And, you give in. You give him your number--even though you've given your number out before only to wait by the phone, hoping he'll call because HE SAID HE'D CALL. It's not like you were making this up or anything.
Let's say that you're not simply chatting, but that you actually hang out together all night. You dance together, and he says that you were the best salsa dancer THAT HE HAS EVER COME ACROSS IN NEW YORK CITY.
This is the song, "Hey Eugene," by Pink Martini. The girl is not in love with the guy and she's not delusional. After all, he's the one that kept flattering her all evening and pointedly asked for her number, adding IS IT TOO SOON IF I CALL YOU SUNDAY?
The song is so familiar in that heartbreaking sort of way. So many times, I've thought I've really hit it off with someone only to find out (mainly through lack of a phone call) that he just wasn't that into me. Why, boys? WHY? Why go through the charade of it all? Why even ask? If you aren't prepared to dial the digits, don't get my hopes up by asking for them.
Pink Martini paints a picture of this exact scenario. The singer isn't angry or even in the mood to blame the guy. Mainly, she's just bewildered. And, her bewilderment is comforting to those who enjoy a heartbreaking familiarity.
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