It has come to my attention that there comes a time in a young woman’s life when chick flicks are no longer the perfect stay-at-home-eat-popcorn-dream-about-the-perfect-soul-mate kind of movies. They are no longer whimsical, lovely depictions of what the future might hold. No. Instead they become stay-at-home-eat-ice-cream-cry-about-what-isn’t-and-what-seems-may-never-be kind of movies.
I enjoy a good love story like any other woman, but this semester has turned chick flicks into the latter scene. OK, so I realize I’m only about to turn 22, but hear me out.
I go to a private school which has frequently been referred to as the Bridal Institute of Los Angeles, and this is hardly exaggerated. People go to Biola and most often leave engaged or already married. It’s everywhere. Like the plague, and interestingly, I’ve found that women are the virus. Many are like animals hunting their prey. They are on the prowl for their mate. They seek him. They find him. They trap him. They marry him. This isn’t the fairy tale I’ve read about, but hey it’s theirs. Women pursuing men relentlessly, zealously seeking their future partner over everything else. Modern? Maybe. Does it work? Yep. Did I miss the memo?
Where does that leave girls like me? Those of us who want to be pursued. Where do we fit into this picture? We don’t.
After I graduate, I will be moving again. Starting over again, new town, new school, new people, new life. What will that look like? I am afraid to think about it.
I sound pathetic. All I know is that I know what I want, I know what I have to offer, and I know I am worth it. Someday, to someone. I just wish that day was sooner than later.
Make her a flower in late December
When the sun is not shining on her
Write her a love song and play it all day long
To remind her of all that she is worth
Never never leave her
Take her on long drives for ice-cream by sea sides
And give her your coat when she is cold
Tell her you miss her when youre close enough to kiss her
And that youd walk a thousand miles to tell her so
But never never leave her
Take photographs of her on Brooklyn street in October
When her nervous smile is slightly curved
Some days when she is slightly down tell her its okay to frown
It makes you just fall more in love with her
But never never leave her.