Marvin is a celebrity I never met, but dreamed of dating when I was a teen. I was convinced that one day he might look across a crowded room and see the chick he had been waiting for; and honest chick, a sweet chick, a chick with great hygiene, a big Afro and great S.A.T. scores. Me.
Instead of my dating dreams coming true, I married A Nightmare on Elm Street (he was going by the name Lester back then – Freddy was the alias he used in the film).
I married the second dude (if you must know his name is Beetlej____ – don’t say it 3 times or you’ll be very sorry!) instead of waiting for my dreams to come true.
My guy was Marvin Gaye. I remember holding the “What’s Going On” album cover in my arms and staring at Marvin’s face. I fell in love with him based on his lyrics. I followed Marvin’s career closely – I even bought the collabo album with Diana Ross (Love Twins- ewwwww). I actually compared the dudes I dated to Marvin. I played “Come Get To This” repeatedly – even my Dad knew all the lyrics and he didn’t really like Marvin Gaye.
It’s amazing how music can really transport you to a place you might really need to be in your life. Marvin’s music gave me the understanding of exactly what I wanted from love.
I imagined that I’d never find the ideal I’d come to expect listening to Marvin sing. Witty as well as sexy. Confident as well as sweet.
I’ve found that ideal, my sweetheart: “A”.
“A” is more than 10 years younger than me. (shut up some of you guys with the rude comments!) He’s close to my height and he is very, very slim. When people meet “A” as my man, some seem surprised. Based on what they’ve seen in the past I think they expect a six footer with a lot of muscle who’s a couple of years older than me.
I’ve never been in an easier relationship and I’ve never been happier.
I love you “A”.