Tuesday, May 8, 2007
Passing notes in study hall
I wish things were as simple and clear as they were back in 5th grade.
Back when getting tagged on the playground meant he liked you.
Back when getting a $1 carnation on Valentine’s Day meant he loved you.
You know… back when asking someone to be “exclusive” included a crumpled up piece of loose leaf and the order to “Circle one, YES or NO.”
But adult dating isn’t so clear and concise.
The words “commitment and exclusivity” bring fear rather than giggles.
A chick with a note demanding an answer is considered desperate instead of a go-getter.
And hell, a single carnation is an insult rather than a symbol of true love.
But sometimes I just wish that we still had 45 minutes at the end of everyday… to pretend we didn’t have any work to do and to pass a few notes.
Ahh yes... the days when boundaries and answers were circled with your favorite BIC pen... black, blue, or sometimes red.
But never gray... apparently that's the color for adulthood.