12. Quickie Rae Jepsen

A quick lil guy on Carly Rae's "Your Type."

The most cathartic moment of my recent life was screaming this song at the top, bottom, and center of my lungs at the September Carly Rae Jepsen Radio City Music Hall concert, pitching myself over my friend Rebecca’s shoulder to keen every last syllable twenty rows and two sections over in the general direction of The One That Got Away, who I had run into covered in diamanté stars and shimmering with 24 carat hopes.

We talked for the first time in a long time this weekend, both of us winding up at her Asbury Park show. I don’t know if we’ll ever talk again, and I am surrendering that to the fates, a small sigh into peace. It was so nice to know we both had our moment under the moon we reached all too soon.

I screamed my weatherworn heart out to “Your Type” once again, my eyeliner twin windy and wetted fireworks, surrounded by four different groups of friends only dancing together because they knew me, not yet knowing he had been there, and it felt just as good.

Carly heals all wounds.

Love you bitches,

TG