I can’t have him but . . .
Torchsongs for mourning the unrequited love of straight men
Amen.
Oh James, what a roller-coaster through hell you describe.
When you’re a gay man
and
it’s not you but a woman instead . . .
… arrrgh!
Silly me,
I used to weep huge salty pools over an unrequited love to this tune:
You wrote, “Wasted a good year not finding a boyfriend who could actually return my feelings.”
Solid Gold’s Dionne Warwick, before becoming a Psychic Friend, sang about the same feeling with, “A fool will waste tomorrow reaching back to yesterday.”
I’ve spent some quality fool-time with that torch song:
Then there was
this one delightful boy
in college . . .
I was a junior and he was a freshman.
That
one turned into
something
really
twisted.
This ended up being the soundtrack of that affair that never really was, at least in my head:
Let’s both hope all of those heartaches have left us with enough sense to dodge that straight-boy bullet again. Or redouble our efforts to find a “gay-pill.”
Here from the bottomless bag of cover songs is that reminder lesson should you ever need it: