“i think i love you…”

Sweet Jesus — last night I had this REALLY HOT dream…where I was bangin’ around with (get ready) DAVID FUCKING CASSIDY.

And now, despite all of my attempts to get on with my day of packing and moving and moving and packing…I just can’t seem to get ol’ Keith Partridge out of my head. I love the way his hair feathered SO exquisitely and poofed into those two little bouffant bumps up on top of his head, and the way his hip-huggers…well…hugged his hips.

I have a David Cassidy hangover.

And you know what? FUCK IT — I am just gonna get out my old Partridge Family albums (I’m packing them today, anyway) and go with it…and revel in the one extraordinary night we had alone together.

I think I love you, David Cassidy.

*passionately kissing my pillowcase…like I did when I was 11*

I’m sleeping
And right in the middle of a good dream
Then all at once I wake up
From something that keeps knocking at my brain
Before I go insane
I hold my pillow to my head
And spring up in my bed
Screaming out the words I dread ….
“I think I love you!” (I think I love you)

This morning, I woke up with this feeling
I didn’t know how to deal with
And so I just decided to myself
I’d hide it to myself
And never talk about it
And did not go and shout it
When you walked into the room …..
“I think I love you!” (I think I love you)

I think I love you
So what am I so afraid of?
I’m afraid that I’m not sure of
A love there is no cure for
I think I love you
Isn’t that what life is made of?
Though it worries me to say
I’ve never felt this way

Believe me
You really don’t have to worry
I only want to make you happy
And if you say
Hey, go away, I will
But I think better still
I’d better stay around and love you
Do you think I have a case?
Let me ask you to your face
Do you think you love me?

I think I love you
So what am I so afraid of?
I’m afraid that I’m not sure of
A love there is no cure for
I think I love you
Isn’t that what life is made of?
Though it worries me to say
I’ve never felt this way

I don’t know what I’m up against
I don’t know what it’s all about
I’ve go so much to think about
Hey!I think I love you!
So what am I so afraid of?
I’m afraid that I’m not sure of
A love there is no cure for
I think I love you
Isn’t that what life is made of?
Though it worries me to say
I’ve never felt this way

I think I love you!
So what am I so afraid of?
I’m afraid that I’m not sure of
A love there is no cure for
I think I love you
Isn’t that what life is made of?
Though it worries me to say
I’ve never felt this way

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Muffy Bolding is a mother/writer/actor/knitter/feminist/withered debutante who likes the smell of asparagus pee, and remains obsessed with the bathroom hygiene of her three children -- despite the fact that they are 23, 19, and 16. She is blissfully married to a cute Jewish boy who looks like Willie Wonka, but remains tragically in love with the dead poet, Ted Hughes. She has the mouth of a Teamster, and her patron saint is Rocco (pestilence relief.) Ms. Bolding lives in Southern California, where she enjoys typing words, making movies, and plucking the rings from the fingers of the dead. She was the co-creator and Editor-in-Chief of the award winning satire zine, Fresno Lampoon, and in between writing screenplays, carnival barking, and savagely threatening her trio of darling larvae with a wooden spoon, she currently publishes the zine, "Withered Debutante." More of her work can also be found in the anthology, "Mamaphonic: Balancing Motherhood and Other Creative Acts", the compilation zine, "Mamaphiles III: Coming Home", as well as in The Cortland Review and hipmama.com. She is currently writing and producing for film and television, and working on a book of essays entitled, "Inside A Chinese Dragon." She has slept around, but not nearly as much as she would have liked.
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