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Two Free Birds

Shit happens and sometimes sharing it with strangers is better than therapy.

Someone I love dearly is going through her first big break up.  In trying to find ways to help her cope and move forward, I started thinking about the things I did when I went through my big break up last year… you know, besides starting a blog that will surely come back to haunt me someday.  

Without further ado, I am going to share my number one tip for beatin’ the break up blues.  

Ready for it?

Listen to Latin Music…
especially if you don’t speak Spanish.

If you don’t know what they’re saying it is a lot less likely you’re gonna find yourself crying on the way to work because Mariah Carey’s “Against All Odds” randomly came on the radio (plus that song majorly sucks… you will listen to it though, because you’re depressed… god depression loves bad music).  Pretty sure I listened to the local Spanish channel for the entire first week my ex and I lived apart just to avoid songs like Eric Clapton’s “Tears in Heaven” (that song doesn’t suck but it would make me cry even if I just found out I was declared one of People’s 30 hottest people under 30).  

Secondly, Latin music has some of the happiest, sexiest beats around.  I’m not talking remakes of American pop songs, I’m taking the real deal.  I’m talking the Buena Vista Social Club, music from 1960’s Panama, and anything a salsa instructor might play in his studio.  In fact, learn how to salsa dance.  Have you ever tried crying while keeping up with a salsa rhythm?  It’s impossible.  Seriously.  You don’t need to be an expert.  I think I took a whopping total of three group lessons and that was enough to pair me up with any capable dancer.  Nothing feels better than dancing with a man who knows what he is doing, let me tell you.  He can be ugly, short, and have bad teeth, but if he knows how lead a woman around the dance floor all of a sudden you’re in the arms of Antonio Banderas.  Example number one, have you ever danced in a stationary circle for the entire length of one song?  Then when the song is about to end, the guy tries to dip you out of nowhere?  He whips your whole upper body back without warning—you’re standing on the wrong foot, he’s struggling because his botched attempt leaves you without the ability to support any of your own body weight, and you end up mustering all the strength your back has to offer just keep from falling to the ground.  Well, wait until you’re dipped by someone who knows exactly how to hold your body up without struggling and possibly paralyzing you in a freak accident.  You won’t miss your clumsy boyfriend at all.  Promise.

You know what else is great about Latin music?  It always makes you feel like you’re in Miami.  Who doesn’t love Miami?


P.S.  Just avoid the sad love songs please.  You don’t want to end up listening to Besame Mucho on repeat.  Although, it is a really good song.


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