Jan. 21, 2010 at 9:12am with 12 notes
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Aboard the jeep today going home, this guy seated right across me was carrying a boquet of roses and what looked like a bag of chocolates and then some. I thought, dude, what era are you in? But then this girl right beside him — who I assumed was in no way acquainted with the guy — kept on looking at the flowers and then him all smitten and smiling. I thought, woman, those flowers ain’t for you. Your bucktooth smile is annoying. And then I wondered. I always thought we’ve already left behind the period of roses and chocolates to court women — much less the act of courting itself, because, hey, it takes so much less effort nowadays to win a woman’s heart, in part due to the fact that women, perhaps in pursuit of feminism (subconscious or otherwise), have come to acknowledge that they needn’t do the waiting all the time, and have become quite and sometimes overly accommodating to their suitors, and in part because, well, walling, tweeting, texting and all these emergent and emerging social aids have made it easy to communicate our feelings without the risk of being there — physically, in full view, with utter vulnerability — admitting them to the people we care for that way. Traditional courtship — polo, hairgel, roses, chocolates and all — it seems, has been devalued over time (a claim of fact that I wouldn’t be inclined to complain about), so much so that the generation that raised us can only scratch their heads at the loss of what used to be the only acceptable way to get into a relationship, in the same way that I scratched my head at the sight of this dude who seemed to have taken a mile-extra effort to win some other person’s heart in Cogeo. Whereas in grade school, back when the internet was unheard of, it was a usual sight, now it was weird, unusual, traditional. But then, that smile — that bucktooth smile. It murdered my claims of fact. Roses and chocolates might very well be out of place in this day and age, but it stands that they’re the wine in a beer case, the sculpted diamond in a basket of rough ones, the white pigeon in a flock of grey. Because, hey, in an era of reblogs, tweets, and wall-posts, what thrown pillow, poke, steak plate, party invite, birthday greeting, or red rose in the flesh wouldn’t stand out? I need to get out of this chair.

Aboard the jeep today going home, this guy seated right across me was carrying a boquet of roses and what looked like a bag of chocolates and then some. I thought, dude, what era are you in?

But then this girl right beside him — who I assumed was in no way acquainted with the guy — kept on looking at the flowers and then him all smitten and smiling. I thought, woman, those flowers ain’t for you. Your bucktooth smile is annoying.

And then I wondered. I always thought we’ve already left behind the period of roses and chocolates to court women — much less the act of courting itself, because, hey, it takes so much less effort nowadays to win a woman’s heart, in part due to the fact that women, perhaps in pursuit of feminism (subconscious or otherwise), have come to acknowledge that they needn’t do the waiting all the time, and have become quite and sometimes overly accommodating to their suitors, and in part because, well, walling, tweeting, texting and all these emergent and emerging social aids have made it easy to communicate our feelings without the risk of being there — physically, in full view, with utter vulnerability — admitting them to the people we care for that way.

Traditional courtship — polo, hairgel, roses, chocolates and all — it seems, has been devalued over time (a claim of fact that I wouldn’t be inclined to complain about), so much so that the generation that raised us can only scratch their heads at the loss of what used to be the only acceptable way to get into a relationship, in the same way that I scratched my head at the sight of this dude who seemed to have taken a mile-extra effort to win some other person’s heart in Cogeo. Whereas in grade school, back when the internet was unheard of, it was a usual sight, now it was weird, unusual, traditional.

But then, that smile — that bucktooth smile. It murdered my claims of fact. Roses and chocolates might very well be out of place in this day and age, but it stands that they’re the wine in a beer case, the sculpted diamond in a basket of rough ones, the white pigeon in a flock of grey. Because, hey, in an era of reblogs, tweets, and wall-posts, what thrown pillow, poke, steak plate, party invite, birthday greeting, or red rose in the flesh wouldn’t stand out?

I need to get out of this chair.

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