Carly Rae Jepsen’s 2016 hit song “Call Me Maybe” was a favorite of mine during the summer and fall of that year as it packed floors at weddings where I was working as a DJ.
But I have one problem with the song. One niggling complaint.
The chorus of the song goes:
Hey I just met you
And this is crazy
But here’s my number
So call me maybe
It’s hard to look right at you baby
But here’s my number
So call me maybe
“This is crazy?” I don’t understand what is “crazy” about the scenario described. You meet someone who you find attractive, so you ask for or offer your phone number in hopes of reconnecting.
This is not crazy. It’s normal. It’s how dating works. Right?
Or it’s how dating worked when I was dating. Many a time I met a girl at a party or a dance club or the beach or the mall or a concert or Disney World or the the produce section in the Stop & Shop in Attleboro, MA or a rest area on I-95 in New Hampshire or a liquor store in Myrtle Beach (to name a few), and after talking for a while, I asked if I could have her number and call her sometime.
Not crazy. Just dating. Right?
