Right now, my husband is at Sting’s house overlooking Central Park West! I picture George with cocktail in hand, trying to follow along as Sting (who is dressed in some black, flowy, Asian-inspired garb) talks to him about tantric sex.
Significant others were not invited to this soiree. My husband was more disappointed that I'm not there than I was. Frankly, I was relieved I didn't have to go. Is it weird that I don’t care?
If it were 1983, I would have cared. I even ruined a childhood friendship with Jenny Crandall* because of Sting. Well, in reality, I was more to blame than Sting.
Jenny was out of town, and I kissed her boyfriend Steven (I don't remember his last name). My youthful indiscretion was due to too many cans of cheap, domestic beer, and the fact that “Wrapped Around Your Finger” was playing on the radio every five seconds. I was sure that marrying Sting at the tender age of 16 was my destiny. Since that fantasy wasn’t panning out quickly enough, I tried kissing Steven (he was blond like Sting), as the Police played on KLZR.
Ah, youth! My friendship with Jenny was never the same. Plus, I didn’t marry Sting as a teenager (in case you were wondering).
Fast forward the mix tape 30 years (bypassing 90’s grundge music entirely), and I still regret the mistake that resulted in the end of my friendship with Jenny. I don’t regret not marrying Sting (even though I really didn't have a choice in the matter anyway).
I like my funny, little life. My lovely, brown-haired husband helped me make a special little girl. Yes, they both drive me crazy sometimes. Sure, I get tired and bored, on occasion. I wish we had more money, at times.
But life has given me everything I could ever need and want and more.
I hope my daughter will read this post in her teenage years, and realize earlier than I did that a simple life filled with people who care about you is more important than fame and fortune.
I have my doubts though. Every teenager needs to figure out his or her own path. Just like me, her journey will be filled with pitfalls and detours. When she loses her way, I’ll still be here, married to her greying father and loving her.
I don't think Sting will factor into this picture at all.
*Names changed to protect the innocent
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