Cute-Meet

She saw him from across the school gym and thought “My, isn’t he handsome” and laughed as she told her girlfriends what she thought of the cute boy in his military uniform. The first time he saw her, he told his buddies “That’s the girl I’m gonna marry”. Almost 50 years later, my grandparents are still together, and happily married. I think I may be a sucker for a good romantic story, but hey, isn’t it alright to dream? Whenever I meet someone who has been in a relationship for a long time, I usually ask them how they met, and 9 times out of 10, it is a cute/funny/romantic story that touches my heart and makes me imagine my how I will meet the love of my life.

“I’m taking the greyhound back from school, I sit down in the first open seat, and to my surprise, there is a handsome boy sitting right next to me. Awkwardly, I try to stifle my smile, but secretly I am glowing at my good fortune. I pull out my book to read, an old faded copy of Milton’s Paradise Lost. He glances at the cover and then strikes up an interesting and long conversation on old poetry and great writers.”

*sigh* If only that were real, usually what ends up happening is I sit next to some girl who looks friendly, and won’t try and steal my purse as I try to take a nap on the cramped/smelly/too long bus ride home. And in all reality, I have found that attractive/nice boys do not, in fact, take the greyhound home.

Some days I think I have watched too many movies, cute meetings like this never happen. No more “love at first sight”. No more seeing someone across a crowded dance floor, asking her for one dance, then ending up dancing together the entire night. Where did the romance go? I guess it is not deemed necessary to romance a girl anymore, but really, it should be. Sparks should fly, butterflies should take up residence in your stomach, and that first kiss should make you faint, but leave you wanting for more. Romance may be dead, but I still hold out hope that one guy out there will win my heart with his quirky smile, and romantic gestures. I guess I will have to wait a while, good thing Paradise Lost is a long book.


A Dancefloor Apart
She looks into his eyes, and see’s her world
Her white wedding dress, their first baby girl
A little white house, with a perfect red door
Knowing her family’s all she lives for
Working all day, coming home at night
They argue, and snap, and get into a fight
But they put it aside
They tease and they chide
Drinking champagne, and toasting to life
So happy that he chose to make her his wife
Reality snaps back, and they’re a dance floor apart
And all she can feel is the beat of her heart
If only he’d walk over to her and say hi
But instead he just leaves, with a silent goodbye

Lyrical Love,
Cara