You Remind Me of the Babe

No, not that babe... I mean the Babe with the power. For those curious what the power is, don't ask me. It's not voodoo though. Actually it could be. I don't know. I don't think I've met the Babe yet. Sorry to keep going back on what I said, but I've met the Babe in different people.

Let me explain.

Have you ever had somebody ask you about a love interest, and you don't really know how to capture the way they make you feel? Or you don't know how to make their laugh come across as an angels? Or you don't know how to make the things that stand out to you sound like anything special? Yeah. That's part of it.

Let me draw another comparison here. How many of you have seen The Truman Show? I'm going to hope, for the sake of the comparison, that it's a lot of you. If you haven't seen it, watch it.

So, Truman meets this girl, and she's unlike anyone he's ever met before. He loves her. Then, through an unfortunate series of events, she is removed from his life. He doesn't see her again on-screen. He remembers her though, and is always taking little snippets of models' faces from magazines, and whatever else he can get his hands on, in order to create an accurate depiction of her face, and what she looked like, in order to better preserve his memory of her.

So pulling those two items together, we get a little clearer of a view of my idea. Here's the thing. We all have different things that we find attractive. Maybe we like somebodies hair better than someone else's. Maybe a girls, or boys, humor clicks better with your own than another's, but they're horrible with honesty, or something wack like that.

Call it pick'n'choose if you will. That's more or less what I'm talking about. I've met people in my life that I thought I was attracted to. People I thought I'd want to start a relationship with. But something shines through and you realize it wasn't meant to be. It doesn't mean that you were wrong for initially being attracted to them, for you were.

All of these characteristics that you see in those around you, or rather, that I see around me, get put together like Trumans picture. They remind me of somebody I'm not sure I know yet. They remind me of the Babe. The Babe with the power to change your life. The power to complete you. The power to take the two of you, and work towards better versions of yourselves. Like magic. Like voodoo.

And thus.

You remind me of the babe.

What babe?

The babe with the power.

What power?

The power of voodoo!

Who-do?

You do!

Do what?

Remind me of the babe!

-Dominic Romeo

8:26 PM EST

04/03/2020