Dating… love… relationships… Funny things, aren’t they? As I’ve been getting back in the game [feel free to exclaim “heeeeeey girl” – totally acceptable], it’s almost been amusing to see how many of us single folk, living in the same city, all within the range of a decade – are somehow all on different pages from each other. What we want out of dating, out of flirtatious interactions, out of communication, out of showing affection – the lengths we’re willing to go to, the lengths we refuse to go to… Every new person I meet has a whole new take on it all – and a whole new set of characteristics to both amuse and bemuse me.
I’ve always been floored by grand romantic gestures. They’re in the movies all over the place – they’re in art, in poetry, in song. Girls like me have been daydreaming about them since childhood – imagining future suitors unveiling handmade mosaics or dueling with swords for our love, for our hand in marriage, for our attention.
One of the first times I found such a sighting in real life was as a junior high kid, on a walk through the Northwestern University campus.