As I was driving today I was listening to the radio and as I passed a motorcycle with a helmetless and sexy brunette I had a sudden flashback to that hopeful enthusiasm that characterized my approach to men in high school; the idea that someday even someone as overweight and acne-ridden as myself could find happiness with a curly-haired daredevil in board shorts.
I don't know quite what I feel anymore about men and my idea of a (perfect?) future with them, despite weight loss and clearer skin, but I'm sure I'll figure it out one day.
There is a tall, dark, handsome man in my life already, but he has chosen his career over love, and I will be the last person on earth to blame him for that. It's still nice to sit with him, watching tv and movies, talking about our favorite football teams and our dreams for the future.
Even if we end up as nothing more than friends or a sweet memory, every relationship - formal or otherwise - gives you a little bit more to draw on the next time a cutie smiles at you from across the room.
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