was talking to my friend Eleanore about how romance has fizzled into a text-frenzy, writing on your wall, sending a cute e-card kind of way. People don't really ACTUALLY buy your roses, comb their hair, and SURPRISE you with things anymore.
There are no such things as secret admirers. The closest thing to that, from my observations, are Google stalking or Facebook Friending. I think people have lost the art of being able to walk up to people, say hello, may I sit with you? and just have a friggin conversation.
I have asked two gentlemen out before, in daylight in front of other people. So, two points for me. I have found women my age, don't do the asking... One was a man named Adam and he was a "hottie" to me in 7th grade. Mind you, he was 6 inches shorter than me, had a red poofy afro, and barely spoke a word. But at the time, that clearly did it for me. I told him that I liked him and that if he would want to go on a date with me. I think he agreed merely because a girl had never asked him out. I think that weekend, his parents drove us to the $5 movie theater (no longer exists) and we saw probably the worst movie ever. My mom then drove him home, and then took me home. That was the end of me and Adam. But! I did learn that we didn't have that much in common, and that it was better to get that one weird date out of the way, instead of fantasizing about us holding hands during lunch.
The second man, I don't even remember his name. Sorry, whoever you are. We were both in 8th grade. He had a shaved head, and this time the guy was taller than me. My friend Jessica, dated Mr. Nameless' friend. So I figured, hey, if they get along, then me and Nameless could get along too. We could go on a double date. When I actually went to talk to him, I apparently did all the talking at first. I asked if he would want to go on a date with me Jessica, and her man...low and behold he had the vernacular of a 1st grader. So I told him that I didn't want to go on the date anymore, and that it was just a joke. I know, that's cruel. But when someone's version of speaking is practically ga-ga-goo-goo--uddhhhh-drrrr-ddddeeeee....then it's time to move on....
So my point is! MUSTER up the courage to say hi, or whatever. You can comment on anything! I flirted with a guy once when he asked me what time it was, and we ended up talking for 20 minutes. I also met a hot guy I was sitting next to on a train going to the airport. These things DO happen, so take advantage. The hot guy buying bananas in Whole Foods could be single - you never know! So go ask.
The most romantic thing that has ever happened to me, was in 6th grade. I'm not kidding. My 6th grade "boyfriend" named Jim was cute, and we were both friends with a girl named Ashley. So the three of us hung out a lot during recess and after school. Well, Jim and Ashley did a three way phone call, letting me know that Jim actually liked someone else and that he wanted to ask her to the 6th grade school dance. I told him I had homework to do and that I didn't have time for him.
I must say... if I ever had the balls to say that to someone's face nowadays, I would be in better shape dating-wise... What 11 year old says that? Wait...probably a lot. But for me, that's saying something. I don't like the feeling of being mean, even when people deserve it.
It was the week before my 6th grade dance, and I didn't have a "date." But oh well, good! I thought, the principal of my school knows my dad. I definitely don't want word goin' around that I danced with some guy and my dad was going to hear about it. How embarrassing.
One day after school, there was a knock at the door. My mom answered it, and it was my friend Billy from school. So she let me stop doing my homework for a minute to see Billy.
Billy was out rollerblading with Jim, my "ex", and decided swing by my house to see if I wanted to join them.
Billy: Hey, sarcastical girl, do you want to go rollerblading with me and Jim?
Me: It sounds like fun, but my mom is helping me with my geography homework. Maybe next time.
Billy: long pause...
longer pause......
OK bye.
I then shut the front door to go back to geography (my least favorite subject at the time).
30 seconds later: KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. I open the door. Billy is head to toe in rollerblade gear: helmet, elbow pads, knee pads, the works.
Billy: I was wondering if you wanted to go to the dance with me.
Me: (noticing Jim in the background, and wanting to make him jealous) I would love to.
Billy: Greatokaybye. (rollerblading at top speed away from my front door)
I have to say, that was the most romantic way I have ever been asked out to by anyone, or anything. Billy and I are still friends, and fondly remember our rollerblading days.
But ask yourself, when is the last time someone has truly touched your heart in that kind of way? I was eleven. But that is such a precious age. We deserve this as an adult too! I don't mean a knight on a horse or any of that crap. Or even love notes. Whatever. How about, flowers for no reason. How about, a hug when you are doing the dishes, and you didn't see it coming. Or how about, planning a romantic dinner in or out, on your own without any help.
Maybe I have dated a couple of toads, but men don't seem to do this for me. Sure on the first date, they may pay for the bill or open the door for me. But it ends soon after that. I don't ever expect prince charming. But I guess I do hope that romance can be rekindled for mankind, for everyone's benefit.
SO GET TO IT!
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