|Sometimes, Cupid can be a douche.|
Recently I had the opportunity to hang out, observe and chaperon my daughter's class (a bunch of 11 year old tweenage boys and girls). What a trip they are to watch! Some girls have already discovered the act of flirting while others (like my daughter) have no interest or clue. Some of the boys are already working on their "game" and others, Lord have mercy! One boy in particular just cracked me up.
He arrived to school, in a suit, with a ginormous cup of coffee and a donut in one hand, and his I-phone in the other. As soon as he got there he made the rounds. He threw out a lot of hooks but it was painfully obvious none of the girls were interested in taking the bait. After he struck out royally he proceeded to come over and sit down next to me. I had to be all chaperoney Jaybird so I said,
"Dude, you know you are not allowed to have that phone in here. And what's with the 50 ounce cup of coffee?"
This little boy, bless his heart, looked around to see who all was listening. Then in all seriousness and in a very loud voice so everyone could hear him, he said, "Sorry Miss Jen, but I need the caffeine. I was up all night on the phone with my girlfriend in Canada."
Bahahaha! Oh my gosh it took everything in me not to loose it. I had no idea the whole "girlfriend in Canada" lie was still in circulation. It's like the twenty-something equivalent of "This is only temporary, because he's going to leave his wife for me" lie. Why oh why can't people just be honest?
So, the day after Valentine's Day I have to ask- What's your Bad Romance story? Any other widely circulated cliche "bad romance" lies come to mind? What do you think is the main cause of bad romances?
*I think I've been pretty forth-coming when it comes to sharing a bit about some of my bad romances. (See my "First Loves" or my "If I Let You Go" Blog Hop entries below if your interested in reading a little more on that) Bottom line, if either of those guys would have been honest, right up front, it would have saved me a whole lot heart ache. ~Jaybird
If I Let You Go
Oh, how desperate I was to loose myself in this moment. I wanted to close my eyes and breathe you in and not care. I wanted to kiss those salty, beautiful lips and pretend they didn't spew forth falsehoods. I wanted to keep our bodies pressed together and go on dancing with you forever. I never, ever, wanted to let you go. It's killing me knowing what I must do. It will sting when I walk away and for that, I am truly sorry. But unlike me, you'll recover. Another planet quickly moving in, filling up my empty space.
Your eyes twinkle with mischief as you twirl me again and suddenly, I'm knocked off my feet. We fall in a tangled heap of limbs and laughter onto the sand. As I catch my breath, you smile and stare into my eyes. Slowly, gently, you brush the hair away from my face. You tighten your grip around me and press your body even closer to mine. When you look at me like that, everything else around us just falls away. For a moment there is only us in the entire universe. Your deep voice is so fierce it comes out sounding more like a growl, when you say, "I love you". And in that moment, I almost believe you. Then I can't help myself from tasting those lips, one last time. Unable to resist the siren sounds of your friends and the sea calling any longer, you jump up and take off down the beach.
My First Love
I closed my eyes and turned my face into that wind, truly delighted by it's unexpected coolness. When I opened my eyes, he was there. He stood stock still and perfect before me, like some sort of ridiculous bronze sculpture. Why would this perfect man, be staring at me? I had to be sure. I turned around and looked over my shoulder, just to see if there was some hot blond coming up behind me. I could tell he was slightly amused by this. In two giant strides, he closed the distance between us. Then he smiled at me. I had thought the sun was brilliant today, but it was nothing compared to that smile.
"You're a Freshman, right?"
"Um yes." Was my patheticness that apparent?
"You have that lost look." Guess so!
"I, um, uh, need to find a building. I mean A-building, not "a building". I need to get to Western Civ." Duh! I answered him with all the eloquence of Mr. Bean. I couldn't believe how bad I was blowing this.
"My next class is in A-building. I'd be happy to walk you there."
The way he was looking at me, man, no one had ever looked at me like that before! I knew I should walk away. I screamed at myself, look away, look down, look anywhere but up into those amazing green eyes. But for the life of me, I could not. Something in his eyes, held the power to leech my will and hold me back. It wasn't until he reached out his hand, and I accepted it, my body could move again. I should have instinctively known, right then and there, his influence on me was not natural. I suspect deep down inside I did, but I just didn't care.
My first love was as hot and relentless as that August sun. It completely consumed me. When it was over, I was left with the realization that I would never love anyone with that much reckless abandon, ever again. He stole a little piece of my soul, the very first time I looked into those eyes. And I have never gotten it back.