A Boy Meets Girl Story Or I Don’t Understand That Thing About The Horse
28 Jul
Let’s have a story today. It’s a boy meets girl story. There may or may not be a moral to this story but you’re a smart cookie so I’ll let you decide.
Boy meets girl. Boy gets girl’s phone number. Boy decides not to be a douche and actually calls girl reasonably soon after meeting her. They start dating and we’re off to the races.
Fast forward a couple of months and Boy and Girl are driving home from a party (just for the pedants out there, no one is driving drunk in this story. In fact, no one is drunk AT ALL in this story). They had a lovely time, they met new people, caught up with old people, had some great food and everyone promised “we mustn’t leave it so long next time!”
After a bit of chit chat in the car, the conversation naturally slows and they’re sitting there watching the world go by, listening to the radio…you get the idea. Boy is thinking about maybe playing a bit of Call of Duty 4 when he gets home. Girl is thinking about the party and this is where things go weird.
Girl’s thinking runs a bit like this – “That was a fun party, it was good to catch up with those friends. I hope Boy didn’t mind hanging out with my friends. He seemed like he was having a good time. I did see him checking out Jessica. I wondered what he thought of her. I wondered what they got to talking about. Maybe I should have gone over there…or got a bit closer to eavesdrop.
“I guess he wasn’t chatting to her for that long. I’m pretty sure he wasn’t flirting. The other boyfriends there seemed to like him. That’s good. Although he wasn’t as funny as some of the other guys.
“Do I think he’s funny? I’ve never really thought about it that much before…I used to laugh loads with my ex. I don’t think I laugh as much with Boy. Does that mean we’ll eventually run out of things to say?!? What do I do if that happens? I mean I fancy him! Yes, I absolutely do fancy him…but that fades eventually, doesn’t it? It’s not like he’s loaded either.
“But he does have a good job…but then he keeps talking about wanting to set up his own business. Maybe he’s actually really irresponsible with money and I haven’t seen that side of his character…I don’t even understand his business idea, it sounds like crazy nonsense to me.He’s going to end up broke. We’re going to end up broke…living in a box and stealing cat food. He obviously doesn’t consider what I want or what my needs are!
“Urgh…he flirts with all my friends and he’s totally irresponsible with money. WHAT AM I DOING???…Hang on, hang on. I know no one is perfect. It’s not like I expected a knight on a horse to come riding into my life at sunset. Although that would be nice…he doesn’t really care that much about me…he’s just killing time until some better deal comes up. Oh GOD. I hate being in this car. I hate being here. I’M SO MISERABLE.”
Girl begins crying. Boy is shocked.
Before Boy can say anything, Girl looks over at Boy and says, through sobs:
“I know you’re not a knight on a horse who’s coming to rescue me at sunset but sometimes I kind of want that…and I’m not a princess who needs to be rescued but sometimes I sort of feel that way and that if you were to sometimes just ride into my rescue then…then…*more sobbing*…
Aghast, Boy has no idea what’s happening but intuitively feels that the best thing to do here is pull over the car, give Girl a massive hug and tell her everything will be fine and that he’ll pick up something great for dinner on the way home. This seems to do the trick.
A couple of days later, Boy is at the gym with a friend. The conversation from the other day pops into his head. The whole thing still utterly baffles him and he says to his friend:
“Hey dude…has Girl ever said anything to you about a horse?”
