I have a complicated history with this song.
I pretty much didn’t know that the song existed until 2005, three years after its initial release. I mostly ignored country music until the four-month period when I was wandering around the USA trying to find myself. One day, I was driving from San Antonio to Austin flipping around on the radio, I got to a country station, and I decided to leave it on for a bit, because, hey, I’m in Texas, may as well immerse myself in the culture… and I realized that country music wasn’t all that bad. A few weeks later, I was staying with a friend in Alabama, and she was so excited that I had started listening to country music that she copied a bunch of country albums to my laptop, including the one that this song is part of.
I quoted a line from this song on my personal Facebook page once (specifically, the opening line, “There’s a new wind blowing like I’ve never known”). I remember exactly when it was: Tuesday morning, August 3, 2010, during the time in my life I refer to as The Week That Everything Happened. If you’re friends with my personal Facebook, you can go look that up; it’s there. I remember exactly when it was, because I remember why I posted it. It was the morning after my second date with Mimosa (as explained in #12). From my naive perspective, it looked like new love was in the air, or at least on the way, and it was going to be a different experience from anything else in my past… which is basically what this song is about. But it didn’t last; I found out a week later that she wasn’t interested in a relationship, and that all the kissing didn’t really mean anything to her. This seems to be normal for most people these days, but having grown up sheltered and then among Josh Harris types, the idea that kissing doesn’t mean interest in a committed relationship was heartbreakingly new to me. (We did end up on good terms years later, after some very complicated ups and downs, although we don’t really talk or message much these days because of natural causes.)
For a time in 2014 and 2015, I was running a Song of the Day page on Facebook. Sometimes I would just post a random song that was on my mind, but sometimes the song would be something that had a deeper meaning to me. I kept it in the back of my head to reserve Somebody Like You for a time when I had met someone special again. SN1604 came along in May 2015; I’ve mentioned her a few times on this blog, but I don’t believe I’ve told the whole story. We hit it off quickly, there were two dates and a lot of kissing, and then she decided that spark wasn’t there. We stayed good friends for a few months, and during that time she told me that she had changed her mind and realized she liked me after all. I didn’t act on that right away, though, because I still had questions in my mind, because I was comfortable just being good friends, and because this conversation happened right when I was starting the school year and had a lot of other things on my mind. In October, we revisited those conversations and decided to give things another try. And as I pulled away from dropping her off after the first date of our second stint, I turned on the radio… and Somebody Like You was playing.
I had already stopped doing my Song of the Day page by then, so I never posted Somebody Like You as the Song of the Day. But hearing it at that moment felt like a sign, a sign that new love was on the horizon. And just like when I quoted the song during The Week That Everything Happened, new love was not actually on the horizon at all.
In the next five weeks, SN1604 and I had one more date. We also had five times when she either had to cancel on me or attempt to reschedule, and one time when she flat out stood me up, supposedly because she fell asleep. The five times were all legitimate excuses, though, either related to work, family, or health, so this left me confused as to whether or not she actually wanted to be with me. In a tearful phone conversation on November 10, 2015, she said that with all of the work, family, and health things, she just had too much going on to be in a relationship with anyone right now, and she cared too much about me to see me keep getting hurt. That would have just ended there with a bit of sadness, and possibly staying on good terms, except that a month later she was with someone else. Not exactly the actions of someone who just has too much going on to be in a relationship with anyone.
Last month (June 2018), I met someone. It was great at first, but it became increasingly evident that she and I have very different ideas of how relationships should develop and grow, and very different concepts of “taking things slow.” A few days ago, during a Facebook conversation attempting to make plans for later in the week, she ambushed me with a serious long term future type question that I just don’t feel qualified to answer about someone whom I’ve only known for 25 days. I could have told her what she wanted to hear, but I panicked and gave an honest answer instead. She said that I was wasting her time if I couldn’t answer that, and proceeded to make some really insulting, patronizing, and slightly disturbing remarks which I won’t go into detail about here. The next morning, I tried to call her and explain my side a bit more calmly; she didn’t answer, I left a voice mail, and as I posting this, a little over four days later, I still have not heard anything from her.
After I made the phone call that she didn’t answer, I needed to eat my feelings, so I wandered down to a place in the neighborhood that has a lunch special on weekdays: all you can eat pizza, salad, breadsticks, and inferior but acceptable soft drinks for comparatively cheap. I walk in… and Somebody Like You is playing.
I got so distracted thinking about my history with that song that I got tongue-tied trying to place my order (even though all I had to say was Lunch Buffet). This was probably just a coincidence, but the song is 16 years old, not something that is going to be all over the radio at any given time. The lyrics of the song are about new love, but in my life the song has been more about romantic encounters that went bad quickly. It makes me wonder if this is a coincidence or God trying to tell me something, since I’ve felt in the past that songs I’ve heard at noteworthy times might have been messages from God. My mom would probably say that it’s only natural for a Keith Urban song to be associated with bad dating experiences because Keith Urban looks like a child molester. For that matter, what kind of name for a country singer is Keith Urban? He should be named Keith Rural. But I’m getting sidetracked.
About half an hour later, as I was reaching my stomach capacity for eating my feelings, this song came on.
The message here is a bit more obvious and unambiguous. Time to stop drowning in sorrows. This woman who can’t accept the fact that I can’t make long term decisions about someone I’ve only known for 25 days, she ain’t worth the whiskey. Or in this case, she’s not worth the pizza.
I am currently conflicted between trying to contact her again and work this out or just letting her go and admitting to myself that she and I have very different views of how relationships work. So far, my actions (or lack thereof) have been consistent with the second option, and the songs I heard in the pizza place seem to be pointing in that direction too. But we’ll see.