This is us, with in a day or two of the story below.
We’d been together about 2 months, when Corey looked at me with love in his eyes, sighed and said “This song reminds me of you…” his face full of dopey, dreamy new love.
I couldn’t see my face at that moment, but I could feel it and based on the fire beginning to burn inside of me I’m going to hazard a guess in saying it wasn’t exactly pretty.
Before you start thinking I’m a calloused, cold hearted woman who didn’t appreciate the fact that her fiance was being so romantic, let’s just discuss the song that reminded Corey of me…
Sir Mix-A-Lot’s “Baby Got Back” (the link takes you to the video. I really don’t want it embedded here)
Now, let’s just talk about the lyrics to that song:
“They only talk to her, because, she looks like a total prostitute, ‘kay?
I mean, her butt, is just so big.
I can’t believe it’s just so round, it’s like, out there, I mean— gross. Look!
She’s just so… black!
I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers can’t deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung, wanna pull out your tough
‘Cause you notice that butt was stuffed
Deep in the jeans she’s wearing
I’m hooked and I can’t stop staring
Oh baby, I wanna get with you
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But that butt you got makes me so…”
Let’s just stop right there. This IS a family site after all.
I stood there in disbelief, my brain spinning a mile a minute, as the song played and the lyrics painted a picture in my head of what I looked like to my future husband –
a prostitute who has to stuff her “round thing” into her jeans, that all his friends warned him about. Oh and did I forget to mention her BUTT IS BIG?!
Horrified doesn’t even begin to describe how I was feeling. Mortified might be a better word, devastated that the bum I knew wasn’t small (hello I had to find jeans to house it dontcha know) was actually considered BIG! All my insecurities poured themselves right into that moment and I stood there feeling defeated, wondering why he wanted to marry me? I mean, why on earth would he want someone with a butt capable of knocking over an entire china display or taking out a small village with one grand sway of the hips?!
Corey on the other hand stood there bewildered and confused. Had he said something wrong? Was I not completely impressed by his romantic abilities? Why wasn’t I falling all over him with desire?
I’ll tell you why – I was afraid of causing him physical harm that’s why. I mean, one wrong move and I might give him a black eye with that BIG BUTT of mine.
And then I spoke. It’s one of the shortest sentences I’ve ever uttered and its simplicity told of the dangerous waters he was in:
“Really? This song?”
Still slightly confused but feeling the pressure & temperature of the room begin to rise he began to speak, in rapid fire.
“Yes this song. It makes me think of you. I love you. This song is one of my favourites and when I used to think about who I wanted to marry it was this girl and now I found her. And, well, so, umm….you’re pretty?”
That’s not a typo friends – that last part was said as a question. As though, the questionable complement would maybe, sort of fix the look of hurt and fury on my face.
“So, you think my butt is big?”
“Well, ya. I mean, you know it’s not BIG, big, but it’s not small. And that’s a good thing because….”
Honestly I can’t tell you what words came after that because I was focusing on “it’s not small” and wondering how much pain I could inflict with the running shoe sitting on the shelf beside me.
Needless to say, that evening didn’t turn out to be one of our better evenings. Though we did talk it out, I did a lot of crying, he did a lot of ice cream eating, tea drinking and head nodding (when I’m upset I talk. A lot. When Corey is, well, when Corey is breathing he eats ice cream).
We discussed my insecurities for the first and certainly not the last time. We discussed his ability to use tact and to think ahead of my reaction, again not for the last time. We discussed and we discussed and we discussed (because “beating a dead horse” is my strong suit).
Ultimately we came to 2 conclusions: I shouldn’t take everything Corey says literally and when a song reminds Corey of me, he should probably keep that information to himself.
(ps. Corey knows I shared this story tonight. It’s something we both laugh about – now)