“And I’m lookin’ in the mirror all the time… wondering what she don’t see in me… I’ve been funny, I’ve been cool with the lines… Ain’t that the way love’s supposed to be…”
His words flowed in the hot car interior, bouncing off of the velour bench seat that we sat twisting and squirming on, the melody calming me down as the windows steamed, blending in seamlessly with the foggy night outside.
“Is this Rick Springfield,” I said, whispering mid kiss, not sure if the smile on my face was from the music or what her hands were doing to me. It was funny, hearing a song that I’d heard my dad sing a million times, when he shaved, hummed when he drove. He loved that song more than anything. I couldn’t shake the thought of that dumb look on his face when he heard this song.