Despite several attempts to contact Taylor Swifts record label, management, backing band members, tightly cloistered press squadron, immediate family, scores of jaded boyfriends, and stable of talking unicorns and pegasii, I failed to procure an interview with the 21-year-old, flaxen-haired songstress in advance of her Saturday-night date with Oklahoma City.
I mean, its not like its a really big deal or anything.
It wasnt like talking on the phone for 15 minutes was going to lead to her remarking how I sounded sweet, then me coyly asking if she was seeing anybody, followed by her saying I should come hang out at one of her famous T-Parties after the show, during which shed surely have dedicated one of her especially romantic songs (it probably wouldve been You Belong with Me or Im Only Me When Im with You) to the cute-voiced boy journalist she got to talk to the week before, wherever in the crowd he was.
I mean, cmon, really: The countrys biggest female pop star whos sold nearly 35 million digital tracks worldwide was supposed to look out in the crowd, lock eyes with some indie-music snob while she was midway through that tricky chord progression on Youre Not Sorry, and suddenly realized in her heart that it was me whod talked to her for that divine quarter-hour?
Please, Ive played this scenario out in my head at least as many times as Ive watched Valentines Day (17) and the odds of it happening are just a skosh better than one in 15,000, according to my hopes and dreams.
However, Ms. Swift, I must wonder, why did you spurn my request for an interview? Why, through so many channels, did you deny me the opportunity to inebriate myself with the scent of your flowing, curly blond hair, which Ive often imagined to smell of a blueberry-pomegranate yogurt that matches the dress you wear on the cover of your most recent album? Is it because youre afraid of how much I love you? Which is so much that all my cats bear the names of the men for whom youve written songs?
Or is it because you fear falling in love with a mere commoner, one of competitively curly hair, pasty skin and circus-folk lineage? Because Ill do whatever it takes to earn even a moment of your affections. Ill dig through Kanye Wests and Taylor Lautners garbage until I find just what I need to implode both of their careers. Ill do it sooner than you can say Better Than Revenge.
See you Saturday!
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