Boys

I decided to rescue this post from the dregs of my draft pile, as it still holds true to my feelings. Written sometime last year.




Is it so unusual for me to never have had a true, go-weak-at-the-knees crush? Anyone who finds out is very surprised, and must ask me again. "Not one?" they ask. Unless the puppy love for Kevin Richardson of the Backstreet Boys at the age of five counts, I have never had a crush on any boy, ever. I don't think it's weird.

There's this boy who has a grandmother in my church. He lives in California, but he spent last summer up here. He's my age, he's tall, he's tan, and he's very handsome. He was at church again today, and he leaves for home tomorrow. Yesterday, a friend of mine and her mother came up to me and told me that he had been here these past few Sundays that I've missed, and that I should make sure to attend today because he would be there. "So make sure you come all dressed up!" they said. The giddy, excited look in my friend's eye was almost comical. I felt like I was in Pride and Prejudice. It was almost as if they expected me to have the same reaction to his presence.

No. Not I. Although he is very, very handsome, he is still a teenage boy. He still gets a kick out of practical jokes, he still loves first-person shooters, and he still enjoys "that's what she said" jokes. I want something deeper. I want a thinker, like myself.

Granted, I still get a cheap laugh out of "your face" jokes, but we're all allowed our cheap laughs -- on occasion. What I'm getting at is, I see this boy for what he is on the inside, and my conclusion is that our personalities are not very compatible, as far as dating goes. I guess that's a mark of maturity on my part, because even though he's fun to drool over, I'm not a big fan of "eye candy". It's what's on the inside that counts for me.