Girls Games Now And Then

 

 

Man how things come about. At six years old my sister Douglas was my best friend.

Just an inside joke. The parents were going to call her Douglas.These times, were not of designer babies. You got what you got. So she was Douglas until she was born.

Luckily for her they showed mercy and named her Janet.

So my best friend was a girl. My most valued and most trusted adult was my aunt.

One four and one sixty. As I grew I came to hate girls as we all do. And they hated

me right back. All the finger pointing and giggling. I detested them.

That was until I became a junior high school student.

I first noticed Louise Bussolini, and when my affections were soon rebuffed I moved on to Janet Surrey. Another three weeks of walking miles for nothing. I lasted a whole two weeks with June Noble.

I just didn’t get it. None of my friends got it either.

Years later it would become clear, we were just stupid boys. We lacked all the sophistication , politeness and clarity of young women. What a relief it was to find

this out. I had become free. I quickly shared this with my friends and freed them as well. No longer concerned about these things, we turned our energy to more important

tasks . Baseball, hockey, football.

It would appear this is a very wrong headed thing to do. Nobody told us. We became the coy toys, the persued, the affections of desires spread by tiny little notes passed

from girl to girl, class to class. These notes it seems were eventually meant to be discovered by us, the dimwits.

This was a network equal to the underground railway! We had a suspicion something was amiss when a girl you knew hated you, would appear close to your locker so often batting her eyes and blushing.

I told my friends, too late , lets go play ball.

Well time is a fickle mistress, God another woman! What to expect of this one?

It seems football brings cheerleaders into this gyrating dance of boy meets girl and back again.

Soon enough they have trapped us at a dance and beguiled us, the dimwits, with a look

the sway of a skirt worst of all , a kiss. We were not built to play this game. We were meant for far more aggressive and rugged tasks. They move their bodies so fluidly at the dance and we appear to be tackling someone. They have practiced kissing with their girlfriends. Something we would never think to do with our fiends. So here we are again disadvantaged.

Soon enough sex comes to the picture and again at the disadvantage.

I swear we were just not born into this world to be this complicated.

At my age today , I still have no ideas of good tears and bad. Although I must admit I just apologize and get it over with.

Then there comes a period when there seems to be a back and forth. You get mad at me and I don’t care. This makes you mad so you ply me with tenderness to have your way with me again. Of course I succomb. And the back and forth.

There is an evil period when no compromise happens and no joy nor happiness is to be.

Thankfully I come to this point where I see all the fine qualitiesI never appreciated before. Today I see a beautiful woman and see a gift, I see the most complicated creature ever to be put on this earth. She has a voice and can sing, her voice to compliment mine not challenge it. She dances with grace and even does it in shoes not meant for humans, making me appear graceful as well. She will be fierce at a bike ride and come home to make love to me as gently as a butterfly would land on your shoulder. She cries at a sad movie and I laugh. Not to be be unkind but because it is so appreciated she has this ability, this inate quality to feel, even in abstract. She can give birth and nuture. She is persistence, sometimes to distraction but usually with great care and kindness.

I will probably never catch up to you and your games but I think I finally understand you.