The age old, boy meets girl. Maybe she drops her purse. Maybe he picks it up and hands it to her. Maybe they talk and end up getting coffee. Maybe they make friends, fall in love, lead long happy lives together.
Maybe they don’t. Maybe they fall out of love after a while, fall out altogether. Divorce. She gets the house, he gets the car. She gets the kids, he gets visitation. Maybe they don’t have kids at all.
Maybe they live together until one leaves for good. Maybe the other will mourn. Maybe they won’t.
Maybe they decide it doesn’t work and go their separate ways after a year or two. Maybe they stay friends.
Maybe, when she drops her purse, book or guard at the bookstore, he does nothing more than pick it up, hand it to her and walk away without another word, thinking, in the back of his head, “Maybe,” but no one will ever know.
Maybe…
Showing posts with label boys. Show all posts
Showing posts with label boys. Show all posts
Friday, March 14, 2008
Friday, October 26, 2007
:P
All boys are stupid... Throw rocks at them!
Thus reads the writing on the t-shirt a good friend was wearing today. I couldn't agree more. I mean really, have you taken a look at any second grader (male) who likes a female classmate? His courting rituals would be enough to fill a book... one on likely emotional trauma maybe. He will pull her hair and pinch her to make her cry every chance he gets. Once she cries, he stands there, laughs at her, and then leaves.
Once these men mature (like they ever do) they turn into emotional wrecking balls who will do the psychological equivalent of pulling your hair... they will date the office bitch. And then of course, the pinch, he will praise her non existent work to your mutual boss. the only difference is he will do all this 30 seconds after he has left you citing the overload of work as his reason for not being able to devote time to a steady relationship.
Now in steps your knight in shining armor. He will dry your eyes and tell you that it is all going to be ok and then he will probably take you out to a romantic dinner and just when you are writing the wedding invitations in his head he mentions that he is so sorry to hear that your son is down with the chicken pox and that is why you look so run down. You exclaim that you don't have a son and an uncomfortable silence follows. A silence in which you wished that magic existed, if only for the satisfaction of being able to hex your former beau so that he is no longer recognizable as a member of the same species. With hydrocephalus maybe.
P.S.
This was written forever ago and was languishing in my draft box until I decided to resurrect it.
Thus reads the writing on the t-shirt a good friend was wearing today. I couldn't agree more. I mean really, have you taken a look at any second grader (male) who likes a female classmate? His courting rituals would be enough to fill a book... one on likely emotional trauma maybe. He will pull her hair and pinch her to make her cry every chance he gets. Once she cries, he stands there, laughs at her, and then leaves.
Once these men mature (like they ever do) they turn into emotional wrecking balls who will do the psychological equivalent of pulling your hair... they will date the office bitch. And then of course, the pinch, he will praise her non existent work to your mutual boss. the only difference is he will do all this 30 seconds after he has left you citing the overload of work as his reason for not being able to devote time to a steady relationship.
Now in steps your knight in shining armor. He will dry your eyes and tell you that it is all going to be ok and then he will probably take you out to a romantic dinner and just when you are writing the wedding invitations in his head he mentions that he is so sorry to hear that your son is down with the chicken pox and that is why you look so run down. You exclaim that you don't have a son and an uncomfortable silence follows. A silence in which you wished that magic existed, if only for the satisfaction of being able to hex your former beau so that he is no longer recognizable as a member of the same species. With hydrocephalus maybe.
P.S.
This was written forever ago and was languishing in my draft box until I decided to resurrect it.
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
Oh really now
Another day another tantrum... What is it about the male species (yes they are another species) that makes one want to hug them one second and throttle them the next. Bah ! And they actually have the gall to call women "hard to understand". Boy o Boy.. they happen to be so much worse. If you think PMS is complicated then i don't have a clue on figuring out men's mood swings. They all crazy and incompetent.. and if you are a male reading this i am betting you didnt notice the grammatical mistake i just made. If you are not male however chances are you spotted it. Which leads me to my next point of irritation. Men's lack of attention to detail.
This might seem to you like one long senseless rant against the male kingdom.. and you would be absolutely right. They are insensitive, silly, petty children who need to be petted and pampered by their mommies at all times.. but wait a minute.. i forgot about the other things that annoy me. The way they can smile to make your heart melt when you just about ready to turn the knife. The way they do random cute things that make you go "awwwwww" and then just as soon they drive you absolutely insane with their idiotic ideas..
I am fed up of them and their silliness and i am fed up of caring about them until my insides feel bled dry. Caring is one thing... letting them drive you to homicidal thoughts is quite another. And even then.. when you threaten them with bodily harm for even one more act of complete and utter nonsensical proportions they smile adorably and offer a cheek to slap or a shoulder to cry on.. unfailingly the right choice no matter what the situation.
I guess what they say about women is just as true for them too... "You can't live with them and you can't live without them"
This might seem to you like one long senseless rant against the male kingdom.. and you would be absolutely right. They are insensitive, silly, petty children who need to be petted and pampered by their mommies at all times.. but wait a minute.. i forgot about the other things that annoy me. The way they can smile to make your heart melt when you just about ready to turn the knife. The way they do random cute things that make you go "awwwwww" and then just as soon they drive you absolutely insane with their idiotic ideas..
I am fed up of them and their silliness and i am fed up of caring about them until my insides feel bled dry. Caring is one thing... letting them drive you to homicidal thoughts is quite another. And even then.. when you threaten them with bodily harm for even one more act of complete and utter nonsensical proportions they smile adorably and offer a cheek to slap or a shoulder to cry on.. unfailingly the right choice no matter what the situation.
I guess what they say about women is just as true for them too... "You can't live with them and you can't live without them"
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