Micro-fiction: Tunes

‘You must know THIS song?’ is all he kept saying to me. After all I’m black; this is ‘our’ music from the 80s. Jazz funk or funk jazz or something. What can I tell you? I only really like R&B and dub.

‘Come on now, you must know this song,’ he says for the fourth time.

‘No I don’t,’ the indignation and frustrating expressed in my words do nothing to dampen his enthusiasm. I guess he just wants to reassure himself that he is actually dating a black woman.

The conversation becomes monotonous. The same question followed by the same answer. It’s a shame because up until that point we were happily sitting on the sofa listening to music. Now, I want to ask him if he knows the definition of insanity. Why is he expecting the result to be different? Another tune plays.

‘This one?’

‘No,’

He puts on another.

‘Come one man – this one?’

‘Nope.’

‘Listen to the tune and give yourself some time, maybe you just need to hear the chorus?’

‘Never heard of that one’ I reply straight after the chorus.

After song ten or maybe fourteen – I have lost count – I lose it.

‘I don’t know the names of these bloody tunes. OKAY!’

Disappointment flickers in his eyes and dances on his face. His last girlfriend knew music. She could name all the songs he played plus recommend some wicked tunes of her own, he tells me.

‘Well bully for her.’ Is all I could think of saying but I am annoyed and hurt that I can’t match up to her.

We spend the evening talking about something else other than music and he leaves the music on, still jazz funk despite me asking him to change it, in the hope that I might recognise one of them.

After he left I stopped calling and I let him go to voicemail until he stopped calling.

Micro-fiction: Tunes

Written December 2012

If flash fiction are stories with under 1,000 words, micro-fiction are stories with 200-350 words in them. This is actually a fictionalised memoir. I dated a guy who loved music and being a DJ I guess he wanted a woman who could ‘name that tune’ – turns out that woman was not me!

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9 thoughts on “Micro-fiction: Tunes

  1. hahaha… you didn’t really dump him because he made you answer questions did you Di???
    That was funny. I had a guy who ‘forgot his wallet at home’ and made me pay for everything and then tried it on so he could get in my bed at the end of the night… trust me… there is worse out there!

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  2. @Karen – I’ll see your ‘paying for the date’ and raise you ‘cancelling the date then seeing him out with someone else’ 😀

    Worst night of my life. After ringing me to say he couldn’t make it I saw him out with someone later on that evening. I really liked him to the bastard.

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  3. I just had to laugh at this because I’ve been in situations where some particular person always spends half the day (slight exaggeration) trying to get me to remember something I don’t have any knowledge of. It drives me mad. I’ve got a fair enough memory on the best of days but when something hasn’t happened, you just won’t remember it, ha ha ha ha.

    Sending him to voice mail cracked me up. Maybe he’ll remember what he did.

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