How has it come to this? I blame Ira Glass and his gosh-darned brilliant This American Life. I have no other explanation for the fact that, despite the warning signs, I am actually somewhat charmed by a man who, on Date #2 (and this might start to sound familiar), told me that I remind him of Starlee Kine. WHAT? That's the comparison comes to mind as we stroll the summer street in prickly and delicious pre-first-kiss tension? The most annoying-voiced of all my beloved TAL contributors -- nasal, lispy, and high-pitched? THAT Starlee Kine?? I blurted out my protest -- which only made things worse.
Squawked I: "The one with the insanely annoying voice?!"
Replied he: "Well, not your voice, really, but, just your whole annoyingly happy personality." !!!
He went on to describe what I admit is a pretty fabulous piece about the time she turned to Phil Collins for help writing a break-up song. THAT, my friends, is nerve. On Starlee's part, on the gentleman's part, and sort of, somehow, on my part. We wrangled about a bit, and based solely on his lack of trying to couch his words or defend his position, he (or I) convinced me that he was joking. Damn you, public radio, for turning me into a softie! (Or could this be the fault of some deeper influence...)
PS: As for Starlee -- I Googled her, and, for what it's worth she is way cuter than I had imagined. The gent in question wouldn't know this, though, never having seen her pic. Still, she deserves lots of kudos for being a generally awesome storyteller -- like here, at the Moth. Good job, Starlee!
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