Monday, June 08, 2009
Men of the world, take a page out of this young man's book and learn how to really treat a lady. His name is "D" and he is living proof that chivalry is NOT dead, but hanging on for dear life through the few good guys left. If you want be just like him, you might want to follow these few simple steps...
1. Be cute. - If you're not cute, stop ready now. There's no hope for you. D has the biggest, sparkliest eyes in the world. Like seriously.
2. Treat a lady, like a lady... NAY like a queen! - D does this by meeting me at the gate with handmade chocolates. (That's one in his little paw in the pic.) If you can't make chocolate and/or meet your lady at the gate after a long day at work with said chocolates, stop reading now. You're a lost cause.
3. Be a sport's legend in the making. - When this young man plays sport, he wins. Every time. No exceptions. If you're not a winner, stop reading now. You're wasting your time.
He's going to be such a little heartbreaker when he grows up...
I remember my first crush. I was in Class 1 (the first grade). His name was "M", and...
He had the deepest dimples and longest, thickest eyelashes and he was the smartest, funniest boy in class. I remember us being silly together. He would play air guitar and I would sing along... *sigh*
Years later, in high school, he hooked up with a chick who really didn't dig me, and we (him and I) bumped into each other at some silly teenage party. He was there as her date and I couldn't tell him how I felt. I wouldn't have even if she wasn't in the picture. Fear? Pride? I don't know. All I do know is that it was quite a lost opportunity to remind him about the air guitar and singing. I wonder where he is now. I wonder if he'd even remember me. I remember, even in Class 1 he liked my best friend and I was just the silly tongue-tied, wide-eyed, clumsy girl in the background desperately wanting him to notice me, but hiding behind my painful shyness.
I've always thought that I didn't have a type but now that I reflect on those heavenly eyelashes, I realise that I've always gone for beautiful eyes.
Would I give it all to be D's age again? To experience those first crushes, first kisses, first heart breaks, first sweaty-palmed hand holding, first love letters, first walk home from school while he carries your books, first secret Valentine's hidden in your desk?
I don't thing so...
I've come too far.
My old heart has been through too much to be as open and free and fearless as D's is right now to enjoy every new moment for what it is.
But, man! He's in for such a journey. Such a rollercoaster ride.
Wouldn't it be great if we could wipe the slate clean and unlearn / forget all the things that have made is the guarded, cautious, scared little people that we are and just... live?