I'm in Love (Again!)

Lindsay Perigo's picture
Submitted by Lindsay Perigo on Wed, 2010-06-02 06:03

As some of you know, for the last little while I've been living in an apartment which is actually part of a hotel. Seems some of the All Blacks are staying in this hotel at the moment. This afternoon, returning from an outbreak of "going out," I stepped into the elevator and was followed in by ... the All Black skipper, no less, Richie McCaw. Aaaaaaaaaargh!!!!!!! Be still, my delirious heart! In that moment I fell in love with him ... and became his elevator operator. "Six!" he commanded. Weak at the knees like a dizzy schoolgirl, I thought to myself, "Yes, my captain!" and pressed Floor 6 with sweaty, tremulous forefinger. Unfortunately my floor is 3, and we'd both gotten in at Lobby level, Floor 2. Didn't give me much time for seduction. "Gonna knock 'em dead, Richie?" I asked lamely, alluding to this month's test matches. "That's the plan," he responded, laughing. "Good luck," I said, the elevator doors already opening to separate me from the object of my love.

Man, the charisma he exuded! For a few fleeting seconds I was in the presence of greatness. Beautiful, athletic, honed, focused, Greek-god greatness, with big, intelligent eyes. The X-factor he gave out could burn up solar systems. You guys know how I bang on about "total passion for the total height." There it was, real, right next to me! I'm still all a-tremble.

Now I have to figure out a way to persuade him that I'm the one he's been waiting for all his life—and that he and his boys need speech coaching.

At least I know what floor he's on. Evil


"and took your cares away."

Rosie's picture

second time round after the histrionics "and took your cares away." Utter magic!

Oh yes! when he gets very intense!! Well (more correctly) I should say when he gets very, extremely, ultra intense! (Since he is always very intense!)

Did you get a surprise when Peter Jackson had so much of Mario in Heavenly Creatures?

OK - a riddle for you:

Rosie's picture

Which song is from Professor Higgins' adversary yet also, in real life, his hero?

Yes!

Lindsay Perigo's picture

But I mean that second line, second time round, after the histrionics with "and took your cares away." Utter magic!

Linz

Rosie's picture

Do you mean

"I never knoooo that roses grew... etc

....I never knooo what love could do til I met you today?"

Yes, I listened to that one too.

Rosie

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(Jim Reeves is possibly today's James Blunt or Garth Brooks rather than Slayer.)

Who gives a shit? Eye Did you listen to "I never noooooo"?? Smiling

Linz

Rosie's picture

Oh yes, there is a world of difference in vocal prowess. On completely different levels. (Both have similar sentimental lyrics in their songs though.)

(Jim Reeves is possibly today's James Blunt or Garth Brooks rather than Slayer.)

Oh dear Rosie!

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Now please tell me you can tell the difference between Jim Reeves' vocal prowess and Mario's?

Please??!! Eye

Still, the world in which "I love you because" was a hit, and the contemporary Maurone/Billy Beck/Goode one, is cosmic.

Another two he sang - These were the VERY MODERN ones!

Rosie's picture

Roses Are Red, Jim Reeves

I love You Because - also sung to me (despite no rose reference!)

Ha!

Rosie's picture

You know them all too!!! As I read each title a tear came to my eye at the recollection of his sweet tenor voice. He loved Mario as you do. And many others. He was a great romantic. He knew and quoted Shakespeare, Milton, Tennyson and all the great poets and nothing would pass his eye that did not evoke some reference to something else he was so well read. He did not marry until he was pretty old (to a very much younger, piano playing, opera singing, party loving, vivacious wife) and those old songs were his pop songs I presume! I had a silver haired father. I remember when I was five and sitting on the mat at school, he came in to the room as he was the Chairman of the Board of Governors of the school. One schoolfellow remarked, "Is that your *father*? He looks like my grandfather!" It had not occurred to me that he was old!

My father is dead (he died in my arms actually) but still very much alive. He was an amazing man in every respect. Most girls think that about their fathers but, objectively speaking, he really was. A raised eyebrow would have us in tears such was our love and respect for him. He never needed to ever raise his voice! And, do you know, when I was coming back from work on a Sunday night last year, there was a radio programme which was talking about great New Zealanders from the past and someone was talking about my grandfather (his father) in the same way people talked about my father. The next Sunday I caught it again and letters were being read out confirming and elaborating on the stories about my grandfather from the week before.

Sigh.

Oh, and Rosie ...

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"I never knew that roses grew ..."

Anyone who can resist the second "I never knew what love could do until I met you today" is not human. That's nearly 100% of "humanity"—which is why I'm a recluse. Eye

Ah, Rosie

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Is your father still alive? If so, is he available? If so, will he marry me? (I'm resigned to the likelihood that Richie won't, and Mr. Bandler is behaving all coy.)

Only a Rose, Rose Marie, Rose of Tralee, Roses of Picardy, The English Rose, Song of Songs ("beneath the stars amid the roses") ...

With such a father, you surely had a head start.

I know Mario well, Linz

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We had many of his records as I grew up and that particular song, "The Trembling of a Leaf", my father used to sing in the shower!

(He liked to sing songs to me that mentioned the word "Rose" (my name) in them!)

I hear it.

No!

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You need only be obsessed with excellence, Rosie. In *any* field.

As it happens, I do like rugby. How could I not? All those short shorts and muscular legs. But that's not the point.

Listen to Mario.

Hear it? Get it?

You miss the point

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I deduced that to reach that kind of excellence in anything you had to be obsessed with it.

The missed point: And if that person is obsessed with it, and you are going to have a relationship with him, you had better be obsessed with it too.

The ongoing conclusion (drawn from the point you missed) as contained in the title: I hope you like rugby, Linz.

Gah.

Rosie

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What sad cold water-ism.

And tall poppy-ism.

Sad.

I deduced that to reach that kind of excellence in anything you had to be obsessed with it.

Please, please, find me the person obsessed with excellence. Just one will suffice. Anyone, anywhere?

And stick your Christian mediocrity-worship where the sun don't shine.

Listen to Mario.

I hope you like rugby, Linz!

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I wonder whether I should leave you in your flurried fantasy or pour cold water over it with my story.....

When I was at university I had a job waitressing every now and then. One evening the Olympic Rowing 8 were at one of "my" tables. They were extremely tall, handsome and one in particular had extraordinarily beautiful eyes. It was he who asked me whether I would join them for a drink after I had finished. I did. I couldn't stay long however as I had something else to do. He asked for my phone number and whether I would like to go to dinner the next night. I accepted. It was the most BORING night of my life. All he could talk about was rowing! If I tried to change the subject to more interesting things (for me) somehow he was able to find a connection between it and rowing and the conversation was diverted (but not diverting) again!

I deduced that to reach that kind of excellence in anything you had to be obsessed with it.

Sandi

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Those All Blacks are gentlemen as well as warriors. They are gods. Not goblins, gods. Smiling

Now, do you know where "Be still my delirious heart" comes from?

It's Mario, of course. 1' 02". This is musical love-making at its very finest. The last half-minute is beyond orgasmic.

Linz, that is my story!

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The same thing happened to me in Wellington. The year that we actually won the world cup. I was staying in (I think the White Heron - geesh I have to scratch the grey matter). Anyhow, I checked in late in the evening (my flight had been delayed from Nelson), and had heavy luggage with me. (I've never been one to travel light). The girl who checked me in couldn't offer any help with my luggage and hence I began to drag my bags to the elevator. It was a real struggle and I truly began to wonder how on earth I was going to actually get to my room. When lo and behold a couple of All Blacks just happened along (tee hee, as they do). They suddenly appeared and came up beside me and well....sigh. They took my bags off me and gallantly escorted me directly to my room (getting them out again wasn't so easy- wink), but they were the most delightful gentlemen. I have to say that I fair melted, being flanked by these magnificent creatures eitherside of me. Sigh, they were staying on the same floor. As fate would have it, I didn't see them at breakfast time, instead I was joined at my table by 3 other magnificent players from the French team. My school girl French didn't lend much intelligent conversation, but we throughly enjoyed gesticulations over eggs.

As for your experience. Yes dear Linz, I hear your beating heart along with mine. May they never be still.

No...

Olivia's picture

I saw him first. Am *I* worried about my hair?

That's because yours is falling out now WF, you don't need to.

I've discovered one thing, though, from getting in and out of the lifts so much: the bespectacled and sour lady next door is a lesbian dominatrix

What is that elevator, a confessional?

Dammit, Slapper

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I saw him first. Am *I* worried about my hair?

He's not there, in any event.

I've discovered one thing, though, from getting in and out of the lifts so much: the bespectacled and sour lady next door is a lesbian dominatrix.

Never a dull moment. Evil

Um..

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can I please go to the hair dresser first?

Oooooo!!

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Yes, that might work, Lady Slapper.

Are you available right now? It's 6.20. He might be in the lobby, drinking with "the boys." Let me go check.

Want me to...

Olivia's picture

pull out my best *Lady* Slapper persona, well spoken and all that, and go pitch your 5 session course to him? :Cool

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