An artists periodical thoughts on the purpose of Dating, Marriage and Babies.
It has come to my attention that I failed to address the particular theme that was set for this week. Now, I could have waited to submit Part 2 and sent in something far less profound, but as I am writing on the spur of the moment it seems like a good idea to continue. The reason for this is, that in some way, this is my way of trying to get what [b]I[/b] want. Shameless, I know. [b]Us[/b] music artists are hardly known for our modesty. This is a reknown fact and I might as well admit it publically for the rest of us.
In the previous article I touched base on the idea of marriage and children or no marriage and children. Traditional or Trend? In our part of the musical Popmundo world singles and couples are faced with a greater number of issues than most of the Does of the world simply because of our choice in career. Now I don’t mean being Mayor, Doctor or an inegral part of the SWAT team, but the actual music business itself. How often on our longwinded travels are we given the time to settle in a small quaint shop with a delicate cup of espresso and caramel cheesecake and talk with a friend you are visiting let alone meet new people to even develop a new relationship.
Personally, I find it mildly disheartening to have to rely on my cell phone to build up any remote relationship with someone then to actually get to know someone face to face. Cell phones seem almost too impersonal to me, yet what could I do? My band is touring and all my friends and lovers were located a billion (or what seems like a billion) miles away.
While we are on the topic of conversing with people, what is this thing called “Dating”? Really? Maybe I am just too shy to really put myself out there on the butcher block and sell out to the highest bidder, but the idea of just going out on dates have become increasingly more redundant with every plane that I have to catch! Sure my doe-eyed bandmates are of no help, but that increasingly cloud of loneliness has become but a forth player in Unhinged. Only it has no instrument.
On top of that, how was I to get pregnant when the most elegable bachelors were either too shy to interact in the few days I am in town or stuck on a different continent?
Now I have returned to the core issue of my more recent ramblings. Why I have been bouncing around the idea of waiting for that traditional wedding band or jumping the band wagon with Ida and getting pregnant for the fun of it. What is more, What was I willing to do to get what I want?
–Aside from writing into [b]It’s Pop![/b] that I really was that desparate.–
The answer came in a very simple, direct yet very time-consuming option thanks to the wonderful advice of the lovely Chantal –the bride from my last week’s article. At first I was a little unsure if it was something I wanted to do, priding myself on having at least some standards, or at least not being all that easy. However, if I wanted to reach one of my life goals (getting pregnant) before I turned 23 I needed to buck up and just do it.
With a dose of aphrodesiacs and a pregnancy test in my back pocket I marched my way into the busiest hotel and literally winked at any male that might be curious enough to return the favor. –Hm, favor. . . I doubt too many of them would mind a consequence free night of GSG snuggling.– So, here I am sitting in my unlocked room writing this out hoping someone will come visit me or send me a ticket to their room asking myself one very simple question. Will it be worth it?
Guess you all will have to find out next week!
