....what i did for love....

my friend alberta (dad was albert...they wanted a boy..) just left my little corner of the world to go to ny and see the long running show...'a chorus line'....your own little lulu saw it in london many moons ago, when i left my little corner of the world to explore, to see what was out there in the rest of the world....oh, but back to 'a chorus line'...one of my favourite songs was "what i did for love"....and it got me to thinking, what did i do for love?

...my first memory is giving my little kindergarten friends black eyes when they were not nice to my boyfriend...my parents got to meet a lot of the other parents this way...more so than they would have through just the pta...first grade i stole a marble and put it into my boyfriends boot...only it wasn't his boot and it wasn't my marble....my parents got to meet my first grade teacher on a more personal level than they would have without the marble...second grade, gave my bike away...my parents got to meet the police when i tried to steal it back...these little events cooled off for a few years as i settled down and stopped falling in love so often...this may have been, in part, due to the fact that i got to meet the wide end of the wooden spoon a little more frequently than i would have preferred....but that's ok, it just taught me to be choosy...

...eighth grade it was the age of the more you like someone, the more you showed that you didn't...i used to throw ron boswell's sneakers out of the third story classroom window...he would go and get them and then i would throw them again...i think this is how s and m starts!...i got to experience many hours sitting on the hard wooden bench outside the principal's office...does that mean i was actually in love with the principal and not ron boswell??...love is so confusing...

...my next big love was in the school band... i spent every free moment in the music room...and as a result of that committed relationship...i don't play music any more...no, actually i can still pump out tunes on the old player piano...the neighbours were really happy when the trumpet, the drums, the tuba, the saxophone and the baton twirlers left...they always complained they lived next door to a marching band...well with their kids jumping on the bed and the looks of some of their relatives, we thought we lived next door to ringling bros. circus and it's sideshow of freaks!!...

...i think the strangest thing i have done as an adult, was to stand and sniff all the boxes of laundry detergent to find the one that smelled like my love interests clothes...people in the store have never quite looked at me the same since... i don't do that any more...i am now brand loyal, so i buy the detergent i like, and then sniff people to see who matches the scent...