Don't cry

I'm still fairytaling, and I feel so guilty. My best friend is now here. And I hope she doesn't cry. Because fairytales are not that different from the what if's, and that includes the what if we's. And I love my friend to bits. But I cannot help it, I too am lured by the 23 year old looking like 15 with a violin in his hand. And I am now hearing rumours I'm not sure I want to hear. They go something like.... you see, if it were JC.....! I don't want to hear them because they make me feel again ever so guilty with regards to my friend. Yet another what if which strikes very close to home. I don't want to hear any of this, so I'm staying in home sweet home. I feel split into three. And I somehow think my loyalty lies where my girl goes. Yes, I know, what about the twin bond? I just don't know. I am just sure I want to eliminate women in pink and men doing sit ups. What the fuck were they thinking? Back here again, please don't cry my girl. To the rest of them, please do not utter a what if JC in front of me. Because that makes me guilty. I'm fairytaling enough as it is. So please don't cry sweetheart, stand high and smile... because I love you regardless and it happened anyhow.

Fairytale?

Years ago, when I was younger. I could say that because I'm of the grand old age of 35. But could a 23 year old looking like a 25 year old get away with it? Yes he could, and he has. Norway's boyish looking Alexander Rybak has got away with it and the Eurovision's trophy. And although I thought it was a teeny weeny bit cheesy, I liked it. Perhaps because it's all a fairytale? But why has he scored so high? It means I am among the millions who has found him and his song attractive. What I cannot stand is the two ladies in pink singing la la la. Please shoot them, they do nothing for Alex, I really thought they would be the ones who would ruin his fairytale. But it seems everything is allowed in fairytales, even silly women in pink waving their skirts like 2 year olds do. And it gives me a sense of peace, no upheaval, no excitement, just peace. And that in turn makes me wonder whether to laugh or cry. And there I switch to Jade. I loved Jade. But then again, did I love the Andy Lloyd Webber concept or Jade? And if Jade and her UK decided to pull the Andy trump card, well, what can I say? And I go to Chiara (of course), because Eurovision apart, she is one of my forever friends. I'm sorry for this girl who had no fairytale. If I could be the fairy godmother I would have waved my magic wand, not around her, but around phone lines. But then boyish Alex had the best aphrodisiac of all... hi violin. No matter how ugly a man is, his violin will always draw women (and men) by the crowds. So it's 2009, and we still like fairytales. And that's a good thing. It makes me feel normal, because I too, dream of fairytales and living happily ever after.