When I was a young boy
My mama said to me
“There’s only one girl in the world for you
And she probably lives in Tahiti.”
I first heard this song watching “Stranger Than Fiction”, which is one of my all-time underrated movies, and I made a note of it in the back of my head. It was catchy, it sounded easy to play and manages to rhyme ‘Tahiti’.
Sometimes I like to do ridiculous calculations in my head, like how many eligible women there are in New York. You take eight million, divide that by half. Sort again for age, sexual orientation, people who aren’t single….so on and so on. Why you ask? Because, sometimes it makes it feel alright that I don’t have it figured out. If the odds are against me, then I guess it’s alright to be a statistic.
I know it’s unrealistic to believe in ‘the one’, but it’s something that I’ve held on to. I’m not exactly sure why to be honest, but I just always have. Beyond all common sense, beyond all evidence pointing to the contrary, beyond all logic.
Or maybe she’s in the Bahamas
Where the Caribbean Sea is blue
Weeping in the tropical moonlit night
Because nobody’s talking about you
For a long time though, I thought that this just meant I had to wait. I had to wait for the right girl to come along, I had to wait for the right circumstances to come to me, I just had to wait for the universe and the powers that be to drop her in my lap. That’s definitely changed, I realized that sitting on my ass and hoping that she comes around is some sort of furtive dream. Instead, there’s something to be said about bettering yourself and making yourself open to the circumstance that someone will show up in your life.
Time after time hope springs up, only for it to naturally go back down. You go through the cycle enough times and the naysayers start making sense. There’s no “one”, there’s no perfect person, there’s no soulmate. And I get that, I really do. All evidence points to the contrary. I don’t believe in fairy tales in that you meet the person you’re meant to be with and everything just falls into place. I know there’s work involved and that all relationships take effort, even when you know it’s with the right person. But sometimes, you see an easy way out, you see how you can game the system, how you can get what you want with out putting in the work. Either that or you’re just tired of trying to find the right person, and you just want to start learning and putting in the effort to whoever is just in front of you.
Why am I hanging around in the rain right here
Trying to pick up a girl
Why are my eyes
Filling up with these lonely tears
When there’s girls all over the world
But then, once in a blue moon you see a couple and you realize, damn this exists. And you know, without a shadow of a doubt that they’re meant for each other. That’s the entirety of it all. At once you’re in awe and you’re jealous. In awe that in spite of every single obstacle keeping them from each other, they’ve found each other through space and time. You’re not so much jealous of them, but what they have. Maybe some people can quell that longing, but it’s not me. I know by now it sounds like a broken record, but hope springs eternal.
I’d go the whole wide world
Go the whole wide world just to find her.
I’d go the whole wide world
Go the whole wide world
To find out where they hide her…