If you don’t know me personally, you probably aren’t aware of the full story of my past ‘dating life’, recent relationship, and devastating end to a part of my life which I can honestly say in the past 10 or more years is the only time I really felt happy.
But this blog isn’t intended to be sad, but instead humorous, as I still think this is a hilarious story, despite it not turning out how any Rom Com in the history of Hollywood has ever ended.
Basically, I confessed my love on 97.7 HTZ FM and still was rejected.
97.7 HTZ FM, “Southern Ontario’s Best Rock” is a station based in Niagara, my hometown/ region that plays rock music. I never ever used to listen to this station, until my ex-boyfriend played it during every car ride, including my car, and in the house on the weekend during the long sleepless nights when we’d talk about intense conversations I vaguely remember, while staying home with our precious little puppy.
We called it “TTZ FM”, since when they say “HTZ FM” we always used to joke and says tits, so we just called it TTZ.
Well a couple of weeks ago I was watching a video I made demonstrating the unique process in which my ex creates his art work – he is a talented spray paint artist. The song I chose to use in the background was “Best of You” by The Foo Fighters, which is one of his favourite bands.
Watching this video made my cry and reminisce about our time living together, which ended a few months ago, and the thing I missed most was being immersed around this creativity. Boring people have crap from Ikea like “Live Love Laugh” signs, and scented candle wafting machines that cost half a pay check, yet I got to live in a house with the doors with space scenes and astronauts, mannequin heads which we dressed up, and all of my guy’s original paintings.
Me, being a woman and sometimes losing all control of my emotions, decided to call TTZ, oops, I mean HTZ FM, on my way to the tanning salon, expecting to get through to Shirley the receptionist who I could request the song “Best of You” to (I doubt the receptionist’s name is Shirley, but you get it).
I ended up going LIVE ON AIR (although I realised after it was recorded and aired shortly after) with TJ Connors himself, the weekday afternoon DJ, and poured my heart out about my ex-love, including how talented he was, how I miss being around his creativity, and our little baby princess puppy.
I’ll spare you all the details, but when I heard it played back, it was about 3 min of me making no sense, mumbling things. TJ asked if I wanted him back and he replied “Yeah, but he knows that. I’m worried to say too much cause I may lose my rights to see the puppy.”
TJ replied something along the lines of “Or maybe he’ll get a restraining order”.
After this embarrassing display, I expected maybe I’d get a text from my ex who may have been listening while he was painting in the basement, or maybe someone had told him. Well, no one heard, but I couldn’t help but spill the beans when I saw him the next day.
He thought it was hilarious, even though he didn’t hear it himself. I joked and said “Maybe TJ will give you a free trip to Jamaica if you call in and say you’ll have me back. But then you’d probably go and take someone else”.
Despite still loving everything about this guy and it hurting to not have him feel the same way, I still figured he’d get a good kick out of the story.
Well TJ Connors, you’re far off from being Cupid, but can we have a free trip to Jamaica, since after all, I made an arse out of myself by confessing my love on your show, and I still couldn’t win back my Jesse Pinkman Prince Charming.
Just make sure you give the tickets to me and not him, so he doesn’t ask me to watch the dog for the week while he decides to eat pineapples on the beach with take the first hot 19 year old he finds on Tinder.
Love from Lala.
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