Springsteen Stepped on My Girlfriend
It’s been hard to talk about, because I get a little emotional, and I don’t always like to let people know my feelings. I like to think that my feelings are better kept to myself, where I can sort of look them over and decide how I’m going to dress them up. When I really get dressed up, however, I like to check out www.bestrestaurantsmanhattan.com to see where the hottest places are to eat, because let’s face it, if I’m going to go to the trouble to tuck things in, it better be somewhere special. But feeling, that’s a whole different issue, and I have issues with the issue, so I guess I am conflicted about this.
The truth of the matter is that Bruce Springsteen stepped on my girlfriend. In reality, she doesn’t care, and didn’t at the time. She told me that she thought it was just an accident. That she was walking in one direction and he was walking another, and they kind of were in front of each other, and doing that weird dance that people do when their bodies are trying to continue to move, but their heads tell them that there is a large person in front of you. She was rather tall, but he was rather wide, wider than her, anyway, and if I remember correctly, he was wearing really big boots.
They may have been the engineer boots with the strap, or the ones with the harness, I’m not sure. But I know he nailed her foot with his heel, although she said he barely grazed her shoe. This moment reminded me that life is just not fair. Years later, much longer than our relationship ever lasted, I still wonder if he didn’t get between us to break us up. She said that the was the only time she’d been close to him, and had not even listened to his music, ever. But I know the truth. I listen to the songs, and I know that when he sings about Mary on the porch, he’s singing about her. And the barefoot girl sitting on the car is also her, because I imagine in his dreams he wishes she weren’t wearing shoes so he could step on her feet and get in the way of our love just because he can.