Who Popped My Cork Part Seven
‘Let your body move to the music’
Finally, it’s happening to me. After kissing a lot of frogs, I fell in love. He was handsome, had a beautifully chiselled face, dark eyes. Intelligent, confident and full of grandiose ideas. We found a flat in the gay capital of Melbourne and moved in together. This time I know it’s for real. Everything was going well, we had some ups and of course some downs. I had to keep us afloat financially. He contributed sporadically. He once asked if I still loved him, I said….wait for it…..’Borderline.’ I felt like I was going to lose my mind.
After a few months cheating began. I’d never been so in love or so hurt before. As my inner Madonna kicked in, I kicked him out. Madonna didn’t raise me to be taken advantage of, she raised me to be a strong confident person. Without her I may have still been a doormat. I always saw the best in everyone I was really easy going and was often taken advantage of, though I didn’t see it at the time. The vulnerable weak willed all forgiving boy next door type had left his shell and put himself first. After he left my life, something incredible came into it. Come on Vogue. One of the best Madonna songs. I tried not to play it, I tried real hard. I knew that song and the Dick Tracy soundtrack were going to etch this difficult time forever into my mind. In years to come I feared Vogue would be ruined by this memory.
It was a cold dark winter, I felt deep pain, like a slash across my stomach with a knife but I Vogued on through it. Our friends had become friends with each other. I kept bumping into him at nightclubs. He seemed happy, I tried as hard as I could to pretend the same. Ironically, we ended up dancing to this song.
He was back in my life. I forgave and forgot. It only lasted a few months until it was over again. I felt better this time, I knew it just wasn’t meant to be.
‘When you know the notes to sing’ Brisbane bound. With a suitcase and a handful of Madonna CD’s I relocated to the ‘Sunshine State’ Queensland.