Whenever I think about interacting with guys, I wonder about my perception of the situation.
There was this boy—my first boyfriend ever—who taught me that things aren't always how they seem. That doesn't sound quite right, but it's true, and I count it as a good thing. Upon reflection, he really did me a great service.
I climbed up the back of the bleachers at a high school football game to get to him for a kiss. What I didn't know is that my grand romantic gesture would not be enough to tempt him to continue being my boyfriend. I didn't even know that I needed to worry about us breaking up. We were going to be together forever. But then, all of a sudden, we weren't. (For the full bleachers story, click here.) Isn't that how things go? It's a fact of life that if a relationship doesn't last, it ends. My romantic self has a hard time dealing with the concrete nature of it though. And there's not much I can do about it.
So here I am today, flung out into the dating world, and I can't get those bleachers off my mind. The romantic notions seem to come bubbling up from the ground when I'm interested in someone, but I must learn to balance it out with the essential question are they genuinely interested in me? I don't want to do a metaphorical climbing of the bleachers only to realize that it is a one-sided romance. But if I don't reach out and act upon my inclinations, I will be denying myself the pleasure of seizing precious moments as they come. What's a girl to do?!
These thoughts are running rampant as I put my foot onto the first steel beam, ready to scale me some bleachers today.