It has been a fairly long time since my last installment of my Chasing Jordan series – and I’d like to be able to be able to blame it on being busy, dealing with a very, VERY sick Winston, and summertime everything. But in truth,
I think I was trying to keep you on your toes, Jules! I got “meh”. But, after a little absence, here it is. Part 5. (Jules – You’re Welcome!)
Chasing Jordan – Part 5
The day after our evening at the party was basically an extension of the night before. We chatted all day and made plans to get together. But soon after, things got weird. In fact, shortly after that night, things got complicated between Jordan and me. We were both unsure of where things were going and what was happening between us and outside of us. Jordan was flip-flopping all over the place and our mutual confusion was mounted high.
I never thought that I would have a connection so strong with someone I barely knew. It was heart and head. And although we kept talking about meeting up to talk about everything, we were both nervous about a get-together – but we were also confident we knew where our friendship was leading.
And it’s like the universe was delivering signs of him to me everywhere I turned. Even the name “Jordan”, a name that is not super popular, was now appearing all over the place. Day after day after day I would see his name, in one variation or another, in everything a dozen times a day. I kid you not. I’d walk into a book store and the first book I’d see would be by an author named Jordan. Television show credits, which I normally wouldn’t pay attention to, were now written, starring, directed by Jordan Somebody. Articles in magazines or conversations among friends would be about a Jordan. And my friends would out-of-the-blue start talking about Jordan….MY JORDAN. It was uncanny. But it became an inevitable part of my daily goings on.
Then it happened.
One night we ended up at the same location – unplanned, but not completely unheard of. We both had an idea of where the other would be and it seemed kismet that we would end up at the same locale. A random party.
I was making my way around the room, mingling. Enjoying the party and the people I was running into. And there he was.
We laughed and we chatted. I tried as best as I could to keep some distance between me and Jordan – just to be on the cautious side. And because I like to spread my wings when I’m out. (I am the social butterfly.)
As the evening progressed, I eventually made my way to the dance floor with some friends. Enjoying the music and the moment. And within a minute, Jordan appeared at my side. We danced together within the group, and finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, I finally got to touch him. An innocent hand on a hip as we swayed (not really – it was insanely giddy music) – but it was enough to send heat through my veins and sparks through the air. That one touch between us was worth every moment on earth.
We began that day to talk on a consistent basis. Like, every day. At first it was idle chit chat; small talk. The two of us just trying to figure the other out without really getting into too much detail. But within the first week of our initial friendship, Jordan started showing up at places he knew I’d be. Places I’d talked about in random conversations but that I never would have expected him to appear at. Places that I’d mentioned in conversations with others while in earshot of him. Places that were completely out of his way. But he made the trips to see me. He’d pop in here and there to just say hello, have a quick conversation, and then be on his merry way.
From that day on, Jordan was on my mind all the time, and he was in my head. He was all I could think about. It was sickening, really. It’s as if I ached for him – to be around him, and it was like getting punched in the heart when I wasn’t. Those moments I couldn’t see him or speak to him were killing me. My anxiety levels shot through the roof and felt sick at the thought of seeing him AND at the thought of not seeing him. But he was there…everywhere I looked, I saw Jordan.
…to be continued.
I was literally mesmerized by him. By everything about him; his energy, his positivity, his kindness, not to mention his good looks. What’s really funny is that he is not what I would have normally considered “my type”. But there was something about my Jordan that I just couldn’t shake and the attraction was stronger than any other I had known.
When those two days finally passed and I was about to be near him again, I could barely contain my excitement. It was complete insanity to be this excited over someone I didn’t really know. But as soon as I saw him, I understood it once again.
We saw each other and it was like the world around us was set on fire. We were in a very crowded room among a frenzy of people and I had to leave. I hate crowds (and sometimes people) and it was all too much – Jordan or not, I had to escape. So, I went out into the hallway where the crowd was lessened and the noise was minimized. And as I waited for my friends and for the event to start, the door opened and out came Jordan. His beautiful bright smile was directed at me and while he busied himself, he stood next to me and engaged me in conversation. It was everything a young (or old) girl could have asked for.
After the event, I was once again trapped in that small room with him again. And like the two days prior, once the crowd thinned out, it was just a small group of the same people left. And here we were – Jordan and me (and it seemed, no one else) chatting away as if we’d known our entire lives that this moment was meant to be.
…to be continued.
Remember “My So-Called Life”? That ridiculously real show from the 90’s that launched the careers of Claire Danes and Jared Leto? Remember how Claire’s Angela pined for Jared’s Jordan? (“Don’t you just love how he leans?”)
Jordan Catalano was the epitome of teenage boy crushes. Because he embodied everything we had imagined, our entire lives, our soulmate to be. Jordan was imperfectly perfect.
I’m sure we have all experienced a love like that of Jordan Catalano.
The one guy who you see for just a split moment in time and you simply….fall.
You can’t sleep without dreaming of him, you can’t eat, you see him in everything you do; his name is written on every page or sign. You simply can’t function because your “Jordan” is everywhere.
I remember the first time I saw my Jordan. I noticed him from across a very large and crowded room. I recognized his name, but had never actually met him. I will admit, although he was not what I expected, he caught my eye.
The next time I saw him, several weeks later, my eyes lingered on him for a long while. An amidst a sordid incident with others, I felt an unrelenting need to protect him. That same day, I found myself in his presence, hearing him speak and being in close proximity to him. And I can say this with complete honesty, I have never wanted to physically put my hands on another person so badly in my entire life. Standing just a few feet away from him, all I wanted to do was reach out and touch him; to graze even just his stomach. I had never been this physically drawn to someone before. And maybe never since.
Less than a week later, I was sharing space with him again. We spoke briefly before an event and it was as if the world stopped around us for those few moments. Mini fireworks seemed to go off in the background while we chatted. For the next hour, we watched each other from across a room. Eyes meeting eyes. And then once again, we were next to each other in a small room, amidst a small crowd, and once our eyes met, they never left each other.
From that moment, I could not stop thinking of him. He was on my mind constantly. The mere thought of him made me dizzy and I often had a hard time catching my breath. And each and every time we spoke by phone or email or in person, my heart rate would jump and the butterflies in my stomach would swirl around in a frenzy. When I had plans to see him again just two days later, I couldn’t shake the feelings of excitement, nervousness, and anxiety. Here was this boy that I barely knew, and I was headed to see him. My palms were sweaty, my heart was racing, and my breathing labored…or at least it felt that way. I felt like I was on a roller-coaster that would never end. I spent those two days thinking of him…of nothing but him. I was like a kid at Christmas waiting for Santa.
….To Be Continued.
Halloween H20: 20 Years Later
This movie jumped on the bandwagon of teen horror films post Scream and I Know What You Did Last Summer. I mean, sure, it’s a franchise that had started in the 70’s, but this time around it really seemed it was geared toward a younger crowd. And it did ride the heels of the others.
I am not a big fan of the Halloween movie(s). Not because I found it super scary, although, don’t get me wrong, Michael Myers is definitely a creep, but moreso I found it boring and annoying. And because I’m not a Jamie Lee Curtis fan.
All that being said, I have always like H20. And perhaps it is because it is in the same keepings of the Scream and IKWYDLS films. So, I was happy to rewatch it this year after not having seen it in a long time. And, of course, the fact that there’s a new Halloween movie geared for release next year (40 years!) did give me some incentive to see this one again.
Last weekend I got a hankerin’ to start my Halloween movie watching – albeit a little early. With the coolness in the air last weekend, and now that the leaves are starting to change color and develop their crisp, Autumn scent, it seemed appropriate that my viewing would come sooner this year.
My beau and I were talking about Stephen King’s Silver Bullet and, of course, that’s what I decided to spend a late, lazy Sunday afternoon watching. After spending nearly all of my weekend working on my fitness biz, it was a perfect-ish way to relax for a few hours.
And, as always, Silver Bullet did not let me down. Corey Haim and Megan Follows are forever perfect as Jane and Marty, siblings dueling with each other, and with a werewolf – with a conscience.
And, of course, we can’t forget Gary Busey. I love that dude. He is spazz-tastic. Just say no to drugs, kids.
So, there I was, Sunday evening, watching Silver Bullet with not another thought to it. A movie I’d seen a bunch of times before. And all was well.
Then, Monday morning came. Eaaarly Monday morning. I’ve been teaching fitness classes in the park very early Monday mornings since the summer and as the summer came closer to ending, the later the sun has been rising. And last week when I went out, not only was it pitch dark, it was foggy. There was a thick rolling fog. Perfect for a nervous Nelly….and werewolves.
As I’m waiting for my class participants to arrive, I’m sitting in my car, doors locked, of course, staring down over the park, trying to see through the thickness of the fog. And texting my friend about the possibility of werewolf attacks. She called me a fool and said there was no such thing as werewolves.
But, I’m pretty sure that the last person who got attacked by a werewolf was certain there was no such thing as werewolves.
Next up (hopefully): Texas Chainsaw Massacre (the original!)
To say that I grew up in a loving family is an understatement, to say the least. I grew up in an abundance of love. With warmth and hugs and kisses. I hit the family jackpot!
A few weeks ago someone shared a video on Facebook. It kept popping up in my news feed for days and days so I finally watched it. And I am so glad I did.
It was the clip of little Grace Vanderwaal singing her original song (and playing the frickin’ ukulele!) on America’s Got Talent.
I don’t normally watch the umpteen dozen talent shows on TV. In fact, I find them very tiresome. But every once in a while we stumble across these incredible talents. These shining stars that, until the development of social media shares such as Facebook and YouTube, we might never have seen.
So, to that end I’m going to share with you my top 3 (unknown) stars. The first, of course, being the incredible Grace VanderWaal.
I can’t get enough of her. There is something so unique in her sound – like you can hear the Dutch ancestry coming out only in music. And that look Howie Mandel gives her the moment she starts singing is the same way I feel every time I hear her – like it’s shocking that this girl is so.damn.talented. Each time I watch the clip (which has been a lot!) I teary eyed and goose bumpy. I am constantly singing her song and cannot wait for this kid to put out a record because I am just so enamored with her. She is a huge talent (did I mention that she writes her own songs and plays the ukulele???) in this tiny vessel. She is charismatic and innocent and there is something just so special about her. We need more innocence in today’s musical word of Britney Spears (*barf*) and Beyonce (*barf* squared). I am predicting big things for Grace.
Last summer my friend Jesse said “You have to watch this video”. I did. Over and over and over and over. Now you watch it.
This video let the world fall in love with “Backpack Girl”. I’m not kidding. After I watched it I Googled and Googled and found out the rest of the internet world was trying to discover the identity of this group of gorgeous singers and Backpack Girl. Turns out, these lovely ladies are from the island of Grenada and this little minute-and-a-half video of theirs sparked an insane internet sensation to “Find Backpack Girl.” Yes! Talent like this should not be kept from us.
Backpack Girl’s name is Jasmine Murray and she’s coming out of her shell. Check out this remix of the same song at a local function.
OMG That Voice!!
Last, but not least, is Shaheen Jafargholi who I discovered after Michael Jackson’s death when we were YouTubing a bunch of Michael’s songs. This kid was on Britain’s Got Talent years ago and started off singing some shitty Amy Winehouse song. Simon Cowell stopped him in the middle of his performance and told him to basically try again. Thank goodness he did. Shaheen’s next song choice was “Who’s Loving You” by MJ, and man, what a performance.
This little dude embodies the old, bluesy, soulful music of old-time blues and jazz clubs we can now only hear about or see in the movies. And he’s got that big voice and those little dimples. I love Simon’s smirks throughout Shaheen’s performance – so much well-deserved cockiness (Simon knows his shit!). This appearance has led to some big things for Shaheen – including singing at Michael Jackson’s memorial.
With all of this talent in only three videos, I can only imagine the sea of ‘undiscovereds’ out there. Like millions of acres of unclaimed land in the world, there is an multitude of oceans of beautiful voices just waiting to be heard.