I have a confession to make. Not only do I love pop music (I’m besties with Britney. Almost. In the she-doesn’t-know-I-exist sort of way.) but I am also a country music fan. Our recent trip to Vegas was controlled musically by my iPod. Mostly because Dan didn’t want to listen to me talk the entire drive.

As I sung along loudly beautifully to the music, I lamented to Dan that it was a shame he didn’t share my taste in country music. I love that country music is romantic and loving. It talks about dealing with losing the one you love or letting go or getting to know your soul mate. It honors moms, pays tribute to dads and celebrates youth. Country music focuses on the message in the lyrics, not just the rhymes or rhythm of the music.

Me: It’s romantic! Unlike your music, which talks about drugs or bending some stranger over in a club to see her butt under her skirt.
Dan: Maybe that’s romantic. Maybe she asked to be bent over in a club.

And they say romance is dead.