no, they didn't actually. what really happened was that i saw him walking towards me one day at school and thought, "that is one of the indie-est indie boys i've ever seen." a short description: he was tall and very skinny, with hair . . . oh, such hair. in fact, he reminded me bit of courtney taylor-taylor from the dandy warhols (see figure 1), except without the cheekbones. and dressed like him too. i thought about saying something to him, but i'm shy, and i didn't.
(a short side note: on the back of my car i have a large suede sticker. it's lovely. it was a birthday present from lindsey - don't i have nice friends?)
i soon met him. i was on my way out of fred meyer and he was on his way in. even before i registered that he was the indie-est of indie boys i had seen the other day, he spoke to me.
"can i ask you a stupid question?" he asked.
visions of years of teachers telling gullible students that there are no stupid questions passed before my eyes as i replied, "sure!"
he then spoke the words that i never imagined would come out of his mouth. "what's suede?"
not noticing my utter shock and disappointment, he continued. "you've got that sticker on your car. we were behind you on the way here, and i was wondering the whole way what suede meant."
rather sadly and quietly, i answered, "oh, suede's a band. a british band. they're great."
(n.b. my aforementioned shock and disappointment kept me from mentioning that they were an early britpop band, or that they were one of my favorite bands of all time, or that americans sometimes knew them as the london suede, or that brett anderson used to have magical hair rather like this boy's [see figure 2] although now he's cut it off and dyed it, but he still looks damn sexy . . .)
he said, "oh. thanks for clearing that up."
no recognition whatsoever on his face. dejection on mine.
i said, "no problem," and left.
when linz saw this boy a few days later, she said that with his hair, it was impossible that he had never heard of suede. she has told me (repeatedly and with force) that it's my job to introduce him to suede, because with hair like his, it's a travesty that he doesn't know and love them. so as depressing as this story is, it's not over yet. someday i will have to talk to him and DEMAND why he doesn't listen to suede. although knowing me, this may take a while. so stay tuned! there will be a happy ending one day!
take me back to
the beginning!!
