Parlez-vous?
Nope, not French.
German?
Too much spitting going on.
Italian?
My Italian is a little rusty, but it is good enough to know that Papadia translates to day-old pizza, folded in half, and resold in a vain effort to squeeze one more cent or two of profit in a business that has a higher profit margin than any restaurants already. These heart healthy, er stopping, products are served with other yummy artery-clogging delights such as greasy chicken wings dripping with Ranch dressing.
Can’t tell I miss it, can you?
No, my friends, every language can lay claim to the title, but they are all imposters.
Honesty.
The language of love.
Growing up in Europe, you learn different languages, true, but the different cultures you assimilate are the real money.
I found the British girls to be a bit unfazed by nuance.
No mucking about.
Get on with it!
In my relationships with frauleins, I found them surprisingly approachable and willing to share.
I never went through any particular “dating” period in my life. I always had one live-in girlfriend for extended periods of time, and I can’t even imagine what dating looks like in 2023.
The most liberating feeling in the world is the day you can admit to yourself that your are wrong about something and then change it. When I started telling women the truth, I became this metamorphosed babe magnet.
“I have a girlfriend,” no longer was a deal-breaker. Really opened up the playing field, so to speak. (I know, I know, Karen just called me a pig, too)
I would walk up to a beautiful girl sitting with her date and I would say, “I will kick myself tomorrow if I don’t tell you that you have the sweetest smile I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
The guy would puff up like a blowfish, the woman would act offended, flash a wry smile, and she’d be living with me in two weeks.
Music is another avenue to convey unspoken emotions.
With no doubt whatsoever, my favorite song of all time is Your Song by Sir Elton John. I wrote a blog sometime ago about a gig I did at this little one pool-table bar, and I played that song and it made the bartender literally break down and cry.
I reached for her instinctively and apologized.
“No, no, please. Continue playing. You do such a beautiful job of this song and it reminds me of my grandfather who used to sing this song every night to my grandmother who passed away recently.
My grandfather was a little shaky, but he sang that song one last time to his girl at her hospital bedside.”
The language of love.
Out of my sixty-nine years on the planet, theses songs moved me the most:
1—Jailhouse Rock Elvis
2—I Wanna Hold Your Hand Beatles
3—Sweet Child o’ Mine Guns-n-Roses
4—Stairway to Heaven Led Zeppelin
5—Your Song Elton John
We all have our five.
Let me know yours.
Stay well.
