EricaBedwell

Most individuals of the adolescent teenage stature date one another like twitterpated birds in the springtime. They fly about branch to branch in order to immerse themselves in a fickle ritual of infatuation for a time until they grow bored, realize they don’t know what they want anymore, or are satisfied with whatever sex their partner submitted to. It’s pathetic in my perspective, utterly so. A person who blatantly does not understand themselves couldn’t possibly know what they want in another person. Also, I cannot comprehend how some treat another like a test drive for a new car. Oh no, it doesn’t matter if I have no mental chemistry whatsoever with my date beforehand, I’ll just try them out and see where it goes from there. Do these imbeciles not understand that every single person has feelings that can be damaged? I can’t even imagine putting someone through that kind of pain for the sake satisfying my own curiosity. Lastly, the lustful little cretins who tactfully perform a façade of sweetness to lure a young mate in pursuit of an intimacy their bodies can’t possibly be equip for yet. Sick dogs, the lot of them. Ignorance and innocence, it all goes hand in hand. Though the most infuriating factor of all if when a young pair proclaims the phrase “I love you” as if it’s the new “Hello“. When they say it there is no conveyed meaning behind the words, no deep reverence reflected in their eyes. They speak it with a nonchalant tone, as if vocalizing it out of politeness rather than truth and esteem. As if it’s required in conversation, like using “Yes, ma’m” or “No, sir” with a colleague or professor.

I don’t want that. I want a person who knows how to strike up a conversation just the right way, with a smile and humor in all, plus keep it going without awkwardness. He knows how and when to listen, but then again always has something to say. He isn’t afraid to talk with me and is not intimidated by my quirky, witty nature in any way. If I put him on the sport with inarguable logic, he’ll retort with confidence and possibly win by dumbfounding, yet somehow impressing, me. He’ll get to know me. Really know me, by always being there and connecting with me, ultimately leading to the both of us becoming good friends while having great fun and enjoying one another’s company. I want him around and he feels that factor mutually. He offers to go on a date. Not an imbecilic question, such as “Do you want to go out?” Which in modernized terms means to kiss and hold hands in between the class periods of schooling hours, automatically bestowing the boyfriend and girlfriend stature. No, he asks to go somewhere together, like to lunch at a small café or for a walk in the park, as cliché as that may sound. If all goes well, I’ll ask the next offer, and he has to be okay with that, no hesitance in the matter. Relationships are about equality and balance, shouldn’t I put out the invite and get the tab every once in awhile?
I’m not the one for fancy, elaborate dates. Sure, flowers and chocolates are nice and thoughtful, but can’t we just, you know, have a blast casually? Like Putt-Putt mini golf with go-karts or a carnival with junk food. Perhaps a movie we’ve both been dying to see, a comic book convention, a video game party, bowling? I want to have fun with him! He doesn’t have to shower me with compliments or find ways to boost my confidence in him. He doesn’t have to buy me gifts to express his gratitude. He can be low on money and have a hoopty car that smells like gasoline emissions all the time, I don’t mind. He’s just got to have ambition and assurance in the fact that he can pursue to be and do anything he puts his mind to. He doesn’t take life excessively serious, being a very laid back person who can laugh at jokes, knowing how to make them and take them.
He can handle my spontaneous need for adventure, and enjoys trying new things just as much as I do. He’s optimistic and just wants to take pleasure in living life to it’s fullest, no matter the squalls or what anyone has to say about it. If all goes well, it would be pure bliss. If not, hey, no hard feelings, he just has to tell me and we’ll still be cool when going on our separate ways. He deserves happiness, that silly man, and if that happiness is not with me, I hope he gives another lucky girl that chance. :]