instantly awaked my imagination, old-fashioned infatuation...
Warning: the following post contains opinions. These opinions have not been approved by anyone and are therefore almost certainly toxic and unsafe. Worse, the author of these opinions is a self-admitted Caucasian male, an offense aggravated by his upper middle class background and private school education. Their content has been roughly assessed by the author, who has categorized them as not (I repeat NOT) politically correct. At the very least they are Sexist, and also possibly Oppressive and Backwards.
Alright, now that I've taken care of that...
I've had the following post rattling around in my head for a little while now. Its origin can likely be traced to Prophet's Fall related euphoria. I was thinking on big, important things, and a thought occurred to me. It was not a particularly original thought, admittedly. The thought was, in essence, this:
Let's hear it for Girls.
OK, so, like I said, not a new notion. And probably a somewhat confusing one, coming from a single guy, a guy who hasn't had a date in a while, a guy who has been known to spend time moping about his single status with much wailing and gnashing of teeth. But what can I say? Girls rule.
There's a John Mayer lyric (man, when I get off on a ramble no one cares about, isn't there always a John Mayer lyric?) that goes "boys would be gone without warmth from a woman's good, good heart..."
Ain't it the truth.
Please understand: I'm singing the praises of all Girls, of Girls everywhere. But this moment, this particular post, is dedicated to a specific type of Girl. The kind of Girl that makes you smile, in spite of anything and everything else. I want to say the kind of Girl that loves everyone, but-
What? Sluts? No, not sluts. Jesus. I mean love in the emotional, relatively platonic sense. Get your filthy mind away from my undying affection for womankind. And no, I'm not talking about teases either (at least, not exclusively.) Shift your focus away from sex for a minute, will you?
Admittedly sex does factor into the equation, no question. This love that I have for Girls, it is not knightly. It is not pure, and it is not chaste, and it is most certainly not from afar.
Where was I? Oh yes. I want to say the kind of Girl that loves everyone, but that's not it precisely. I said before the kind of Girl who makes you smile, and that's probably closer. Because ultimately this kind of Girl doesn't have to be flirtatious (but brother, it helps!) so much as friendly. Warm. Giving, caring, nurturing... motherly? That last one's a bit problematic for some people, particularly when combined with the afore-mentioned undeniable sex element, so we'll hold off for the moment.
The thing is, these Girls are everywhere. And they brighten my day, and they make life worth living even when I'm single and lonely and miserable. In some cases they brighten it with nothing more than a smile, or a look -- it doesn't even have to be a smile or look at me! I just have to be able to see it.
Or they brighten it with a conversation overheard, or a laugh. And on good days, days where I'm lucky, they actually talk to me. It doesn't matter if they're flirting with me, or just humoring me, or not even doing either of those things. I wouldn't have believed it myself, but the past year has taught me that even brutal honesty will do the trick, from a Girl. From the right type of Girl. (Maybe just from the right Girl...)
I think what I'm getting at, I think what its all about, is potential. These Girls whose praises I am singing create in me a sense of potential. Potential for friendship, for affection, for sex, for love, for all those things that matter most to me in life. They remind me, inexorably, that there are girls out there who might just care for me, and take care of me. And maybe even love me.
It doesn't even have to be by them. They can be unattainable or unavailable or even uninterested. But if they look me in the eye, and they smile, and they talk to me, then I am in love. Hopelessly, totally in love. With Girls.
Let's hear it for Girls.
Alright, now that I've taken care of that...
I've had the following post rattling around in my head for a little while now. Its origin can likely be traced to Prophet's Fall related euphoria. I was thinking on big, important things, and a thought occurred to me. It was not a particularly original thought, admittedly. The thought was, in essence, this:
Let's hear it for Girls.
OK, so, like I said, not a new notion. And probably a somewhat confusing one, coming from a single guy, a guy who hasn't had a date in a while, a guy who has been known to spend time moping about his single status with much wailing and gnashing of teeth. But what can I say? Girls rule.
There's a John Mayer lyric (man, when I get off on a ramble no one cares about, isn't there always a John Mayer lyric?) that goes "boys would be gone without warmth from a woman's good, good heart..."
Ain't it the truth.
Please understand: I'm singing the praises of all Girls, of Girls everywhere. But this moment, this particular post, is dedicated to a specific type of Girl. The kind of Girl that makes you smile, in spite of anything and everything else. I want to say the kind of Girl that loves everyone, but-
What? Sluts? No, not sluts. Jesus. I mean love in the emotional, relatively platonic sense. Get your filthy mind away from my undying affection for womankind. And no, I'm not talking about teases either (at least, not exclusively.) Shift your focus away from sex for a minute, will you?
Admittedly sex does factor into the equation, no question. This love that I have for Girls, it is not knightly. It is not pure, and it is not chaste, and it is most certainly not from afar.
Where was I? Oh yes. I want to say the kind of Girl that loves everyone, but that's not it precisely. I said before the kind of Girl who makes you smile, and that's probably closer. Because ultimately this kind of Girl doesn't have to be flirtatious (but brother, it helps!) so much as friendly. Warm. Giving, caring, nurturing... motherly? That last one's a bit problematic for some people, particularly when combined with the afore-mentioned undeniable sex element, so we'll hold off for the moment.
The thing is, these Girls are everywhere. And they brighten my day, and they make life worth living even when I'm single and lonely and miserable. In some cases they brighten it with nothing more than a smile, or a look -- it doesn't even have to be a smile or look at me! I just have to be able to see it.
Or they brighten it with a conversation overheard, or a laugh. And on good days, days where I'm lucky, they actually talk to me. It doesn't matter if they're flirting with me, or just humoring me, or not even doing either of those things. I wouldn't have believed it myself, but the past year has taught me that even brutal honesty will do the trick, from a Girl. From the right type of Girl. (Maybe just from the right Girl...)
I think what I'm getting at, I think what its all about, is potential. These Girls whose praises I am singing create in me a sense of potential. Potential for friendship, for affection, for sex, for love, for all those things that matter most to me in life. They remind me, inexorably, that there are girls out there who might just care for me, and take care of me. And maybe even love me.
It doesn't even have to be by them. They can be unattainable or unavailable or even uninterested. But if they look me in the eye, and they smile, and they talk to me, then I am in love. Hopelessly, totally in love. With Girls.
Let's hear it for Girls.