Im gonna get dressed for success.
Listen to your heart, when its calling for you.
She's got the look...
Three lines from three of my favourite Roxette songs ever. seriously,like ever.
Round age 12 I fell completely in love with Per Gessler, his husky voice and tight stone washed pants.
I mean completely in love.
I imagined him serenading me..at a Roxette concert..Our eyes locking in a moment of pure fate, he hushes the band..grabs his guitar, strumming and singing, all the while never breaking his gaze from me..he staggers down slowely, with the moves of a jungle cat (because come now, who can move fast in tight stone washed jeans?)The crowds would part, as he made his way to me...he would throw down his guitar, grab me in his arms, and kiss me...
Being somewhat of a realist i knew his Swedish accent might catch me off guard and i wouldnt always understand what he was saying but in my opinion...'i love you' sounds wonderful in any language.
I could see us...living in a little Swedish house in our matching stone washed jean pants with our two Swedish babies...singing old Roxette tunes on the Kareoke system.
We would be in Swedish bliss...
Fast forward some years later, and my burning love for him, had taken a back seat to the teenage real love that started happening in my life.
And even though the Adam's and Mark's and Sean's and Todd's and whatshisname's were great fun..i still couldn't fully let go of the man who first made my heart go boom.
So our relationship became a secret love affair. We would meet...via Walkman, twice a week...It was oh so romantic, having to hide my first true love from the cool mysterious men of the hour in my life.
But somewhere between ages of 17 to 25 i found our relationship was becoming too tricky... he was from the 80's!it was never going to last!So alas...our relationship came to a sudden end...
Then in January, word arrived in a frenzied whisper..'OMG!Roxette is coming to South Africa!' I was speechless, i was ecstatic, i was a little mortified of the Justin Bieber-esque fan yelp that escaped my lips.
A funny thing happens when you resume a full blown love affair after many years of being apart...
its called Hysteria..
And i swear to god, Beatlemania had nothing on me on the evening of the 14h of May. when that man staggered out onto the stage in his tight leather pants, with that familiar face,the face i had loved for so long, a little older but still as handsome..Oh lord... i had an out of body experience like you cannot believe...
Nausea,from over excitement made its way up my body, trembling began to rear its familiar head,adrenaline began coarsing through my veins, my face turned hot, my eyes welled up with tears...till finally.. i listened to my heart...
'Per Gessler!i love yoooouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuumarrymeohmygodiloveyoouuuuuuuuuuuuuuu' escaped in a shriek that could be heard from the pits of hell it was so passionate,so honest so 1992 that the minute these words escaped my mouth i knew they were true, oh dear Lord i just knew..
I had foolishly spent my teen years persuing boys who couldnt hold a candle to my Per Gessler.
I was totally and utterly horrified that i had ruined my chance of happilly ever Roxette with this cheesy 80's Pop god..
Its taken me a month to write this post,due to the trauma that occurred when googling his marital status the next day and finding out he was already married...and im telling you..to some girl, who unlike me never let go of the Swedish babies and swedish house and Swedish kareoke system dream she had as a young girl.
This is a cautionary tale for young woman everywhere... Even if the man of your dreams wears stone washed jeans and has really really really bad hair, dont forget, love is love...so be proud of it.
Go on.
Listen to your heart.
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