Many years ago, I was seeing a co-worker who was also dating someone else — and she didn’t know about me. (I’ve had a long history with triangles. Yes, I know: stupid.) He kept telling me she was fragile, and he needed time to break off with her. I’d answer the phone when she called, and let’s just say that it didn’t do wonders for my self-esteem. It was all very fraught with drama; we’d fight, make up and sit out in his car, kissing while snow covered the windows and we had our own world. I remember listening to this song over and over, sobbing. When I listen to it now, I laugh — because I wasn’t the ordinary one, he was. In fact, all of them were. And it finally hit me that men who need two women just aren’t man enough for one. Paula Cole:
Ordinary
