One of three men

I am not a great fan of Kylie, though I did buy a single a long time ago when she was just emerging into the world of fame, right at the start of her signing career. However, events in my life led me to respect a more recent song from her repertoire. I had stopped playing mainstream music and might have missed the song altogether, had not a friend sung it to me.

I was in a muddled mess with a just-dropped long-term relationship, a friendship that mattered to me more than a partnership, and interest blooming in a third party. All three love-interests being male Californian Musicians - as appears to be my trend ever since ditching my initial relationship mistake. I was wondering if I ought to stop my feelings for one of my love-interests, as my life seemed to be rather filled with romantic daydreams that were obviously not going to eventuate. I did not want to appear too soppy-sloppy, but did not feel right hiding my feelings. I was still young enough to be shy about confessing going ga-ga on someone at the time, though these days it is a regular occurrence to get a bit mushy and my friends realize I am quite harmless when I get that certain look in my eye.

My overseas pen pal had just left after visiting with us for two weeks, and I was looking at my drooling target, when he sensed my interests and telephoned. For the third of five times in my life so far, I had a man sing a song especially for me. He sung a clip from this song by Kylie that I had not heard before. I even had to ask him who sung it, afterwards. Whether he meant that he could not get me out of his head because I was thinking about him too much, or whether he felt likewise, I never did find out.