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Spandex, I mean, Yandex.

I was going to blog about that "one that got away girl" again (because obviously the world needs more blogs about her).  But.. I figured I should at least post one blog every once in a while that isn't about that.  Plus we all already know that she got away and she's probably having the weekend of her life with the "keeper" that she met last summer.  They're probably already married by now and she probably doesn't even remember I even exist, etc. etc.  I imagine that they are sitting in a hot tub together surrounded by orchids, which are her favorite flower... and sipping on a nice alcoholic beverage saying to one another "I still can't believe I met you.  My life has been amazing ever since you walked into my life.  I can't imagine ever being without you ever again."

Lucky guy.  Also I wish I had a hot tub right about now.  Actually I'm mostly jealous of their hot tub.  I bet it's ocean front too.  Like out on a rooftop that overlooks the water.  Sitting in a hot tub in February must be amazing.  Seriously.  I guess that's what life is like when you live in Florida.

I've seen Pitbull's music videos.  I know how it is.  Everyone's hot and rich.

I'll get there some day.  Well, probably not the hot part.  I'm past my prime these days.  Maybe the rich part.

Really I just want an ocean front hot tub that I can sit in and know everyone else up north is freezing their bums off on a cold February night.

Meanwhile... Unlike the one that got away girl, since we can't all meet the love of our lives while living in paradise in a place that never gets below freezing and everyone can go to the beach every day of the year, I spent this very frigid Valentine's eve up the street at my usual writing spot finally finishing a scene I've been stuck on for months.  So... all is not lost.

Anyways... So after I finished writing and having my beer and eating my bavarian soft pretzels...

I'm living the high life I tell ya.  Uh huh... whatevs, that's right, hot tub girl.  You don't have bavarian soft hot pretzels and a spicy mustard dip as well...

Actually you probably do.  Oh well.  Fine.  Whatever.  You and your fancy hot tub boyfriend/fiancé/husband... He's probably super tall and rich and ripped and good looking and makes a 7 figure income.  And he's dark and tall and handsome.  And they probably have EVERYTHING in common and are just like  "YASSSSS.  I can has soulmate."

Oh well.  I can't compete with that.  How can I compete with that?  I can't.

Eh, at least your happy.  Good for you.

Ok well anyways, I came home and I checked on my latest music sales... I'm raking it in.  Of course my raking it in, I've made another 12 bucks.  Which, is enough to cover the beer and pretzel I ate at the bar.

Win.

Whatevs, hot tub girl.  Yeah what.

Ok soo... I checked my music sales and I hit 12 bucks.  I then saw the source of the income and found a digital distribution that I'd never seen before: Yandex.  I was like...

Spandex?

No.  This is Yandex.  Russia.  It's a Russian streaming music service.  Apparently a whole bunch of my songs are being streamed a whole bunch in Russia.

Of course the conversion in currency means that for every thousand streams I get like enough money to buy a half a Tic Tac.  But not the good orange flavor, like the flavor that no one wants.  Hey I'll take it!  The important thing is people are listening to my tunes.

And that's all that matters.  So the song that I originally wrote for the hot tub girl to get her to like me back again... which obviously didn't work... Is now being streamed all over Russia.

I guess technically this still counts as a blog about the one that got away.  Oh well.

In other news while I was out tonight I looked in the direction of a girl.  She looked back.  Then looked away.  Then I looked away.  Then she looked back a few minutes later but quickly looked away.  Then I looked back at her again after a few minutes.  Then she paid her tab and left.  I think we made a connection.  It might be the start of something magical.

Although, odds are... I'll never see her again.  Seem's to be a theme in my life.  Hot tub girl... Random girl at the bar tonight that made eyes with me...  Sigh.  Love is sooo elusive.

One day... I'll find it.  One day.  I feel like the day I DO find it... I'll get a phone call from hot tub girl and she'll be like sooo hey.  And I'll be like completely unable to say no to her.  Because even if I meet someone and we're like married for 10 years and have a kid and a house together...

I'd still just let the hot tub girl right back in.  Obviously that won't happen because she's in love with hot tub boy.  But I'm just saying she always has a key to my heart.  No matter what.  10 years from now.  20 years from now.  No matter what girl I might possibly be with.  She'd still have the power to just walk right back in.  I could be at my own wedding standing there about to say "I do".  And if she walked up to the two of us and said... "Hey, so... You want to get out of here?"

I'd say...

"Hells yeah."

I guess it's a good thing she met hot tub boy then.  Oh well... Happy Valentine's Day to those two love birds and happy Valentine's Day to all the other love birds out there.

And a special thanks to all the people in Russia downloading/streaming my songs on Yandex... maybe one of them is wearing Spandex.  I only want one of them to be wearing Spandex so I can say... You downloaded my song on Yandex while wearing Spandex.

Yep.