The Jadedvisalian

I have a 13 year old daughter who loves music as we all did at that age. She has focused on one particular female singer by the name Taylor Swift. The only Taylor I’ve known was Taylor Durden from Fight Club. Okay, his name was Tyler but it’s close. He was a real ass kicker despite his metaphysical issues. Another equally manly man is Taylor Kent the Fandom Snark. And that about does it for me and my Taylor knowledge. Please forgive me if I skip over any other Taylors living or dead.
So, Taylor Swift is on constant repeat at my home and this young lady’s voice has marched right into my subconscious. I know this because I was driving home on day listening to my radio. Normally, I listen to my Ipod but I ripped the cassette adaptor out of the cassette player. But, that is another story. When all of a sudden, Taylor Swifts song, You belong with me, begins to play. What do I do? I do what my body naturally does after hours of programming. I begin to sing about how a competing girl in short shirts and high heels, something I do not wear because I wear t-shirts and sit in the bleachers, is not the correct choice for the wonder boy of my dreams. It takes awhile but I come to my sense and quickly turn off the radio. I grumble a few memorized lines about football and auto repair and continue my drive home.
I think no one heard or saw, so my man card remains in my back pocket. I think I’ll stick with the oldies station.