So, last week, The Other Twin had a, hmmm, a moment. You know I am theoretically very anti-parental (although pragmatically very pro-parental, de facto,) but this time she did something stupid by not being with Mom and telling Mom. She is all right now. But she scared the hell out of all of us! Especially herself.
My Twin is still the Goddess predestined for me swoons She knows it, sometimes denies it, but understands it, a lot more, better and deeper than she admits in public. And for the first time I got to furb on her. Very briefly (no pun intended) - but there she was, for once not being careful enough with her uniform skirt and allowing me an instant of contemplating the location of Heaven, shrouded in its cottony cloud. She doesn't know it, but that was a moment I will never forget. One of those moments which define a relationship. First time I furb on her. Wow!
PTA meetings are always interesting. I am a newbie to them still. However, I think I can have fun on them from here until forever. There were some things I would like to have added, but as a newbie I have to test the waters more. Some things I agree on. The only one I really really disagreed on, predictable one - that I insist that early sex and pregnancy is natural and God's Own Plan, dammit!
Interesting stories too. A 14f nearly stalking a 14m - 14m apparently likes her, physically, but she is a handful: party animal, underage drinker, and nymphomaniac.
But the shrink said several very true things regarding these stories: that we misunderestimate [yes, I know Dubya invented that word, and I don't care, because it applies] girls' potential for sexual initiative, that this affects most of all the boys who are not ready for it or conflicted by it, and that whichever gender your kids are, you have to ready for this happening - either that it's your girl, or that your boy stumbled upon that girl. And, as a generality that she has observed, that today, on average, girls are more daring, more adventurous, and more sexual or interested in sex than boys are (I knew that already) although she admitted she has no idea why. (I know why: Feminism - and no, not because it "liberated" girls to be sexy or any such nonsense, but because it neutered boys by telling them their sexuality is aggressive and oppressive and that therefore they should never dare look at a female "like that" in their lives. Oh, also hormoned meat makes boys gay.)
She said something impressively true too that I didn't expect. That she was less worried by underage pregnancy, than she was by HPV transmission. Wow! Not that I agree that HPV is the greatest danger girls (or boys) should worry about, but, yes, it's much higher than pregnancy, yes.
There's a pair of sisters in the school. Unbearably cute. Very sweet. They're being raised by their father. Nice guy. They make me just want to hug them long and tight. They're soft like that. Their father isn't lucky in many things. But in the daughters he has, he's the luckiest man ever.
There's a little girl. A melancholic little girl. Sweet most of the time, but I know she isn't happy inside. And I know why. She needs love, but more than that she needs a personal revelation that she has to see and discover herself. And I hope she has it and she has it soon. Because if not she'll lose herself
There's another little girl. Shiny long hair. She blushes, and says she isn't blushing. What uneven teeth she has! She could be a shark! And in my love for imperfection I think that's the smile I most love. Because in being imperfect it's also the hardest to copy, the most unique, and so the most beautiful. Many argue for God from Intelligent Design and from Perfection in Nature. I disagree. It's imperfection that creates more beauty, more variety, a richer palette of everything, a more vibrant and alive Nature. A girl with a smile like hers. A greater proof of God.
The Twins have this friend. If I wasn't dating My Twin, I'd probably be asking them for her cell number. Realistically, she is cuter. Yes, she is cuter, and I just said it. A smile so big, so warm, so welcoming. Playful eyes. Perfect tween body. She doesn't need braces, imho, but she wants them. I insist that she doesn't need them. She insists she wants them. Oh gawd how can I ever deny a pretty girl a wish? And yeah, how can I ever deny a pretty girl a wish that would prettify her even more? Because, you know, braces always make a girl prettier! She doesn't need them, but I relent: you can always wear them braces without pulling force; so you get the look but you don't fix what is not broken. She loves me for that. If I ever get to kiss her mouth with braces, believe me I will love all the more that she liked and took my advice! Oh, and I completely selflessly had the three open their mouths before me, so I could evaluate if they needed braces. I may have strange fetishes, but, that was a highlight to have three open mouthed girls before me, and me just taking in each girl's intricate work of craftsmanship, called a mouth. It really is a beautiful sight.
A girl I know since a few years ago, when she was still in elementary. I've mentioned her before. But not too often. She is a big crush. But one of the hardest ones to make true. Pretty, very pretty. Now I think about it, with some resemblance to this last braces-wanting girl. Her Mom had her relatively old, and her age shows when they're together. I've seen her grow up. From cute and shy and flat elementary school girl; to see her body developing, slowly but surely, into a tween and then a teen. In middle school she started shy too, and little by little she became wilder, but never too wild. The wildest thing she did was her long talks with the old hippie who I am sure is one of us, the way he looked at her, but talk was how far they went, as far as I know. Oh how times have changed, where have you gone, Joe di Maggio? A nation turns its lonely eyes to you and to a point, it's a pain I have too, and to a point, I would love to meet him just for that. She's in high school now. Pretty still, pretty as always. A lovely young lady. A hawt young lady, if I have to say so. I would still want to know her more, and yes, to make dreams come true. And yet, I'd gladly welcome the old hippie if she so chose.
I was a little worried about Rroma. Her Mom and mine had a fallout. Knowing mine, it'll take a lot from hers for mine to forgive slights which I realize are more imaginary than real, but well, sometimes you just can't reason with people, you know? She pretended not to see me. I was tired after this long day, and didn't force an encounter. Her daughter is still pretty, still with the biggest heart I've ever known, still with the sexy attitude, still meaning so many things to me that she doesn't even know. That's what I wanted to know, and now I know it. There's going to be enough time, as days go by, to force that encounter sometime. And I know it will go well; Rroma Mom is many things, but she isn't unreasonable when talked with respectfully, and she knows I am fair minded. And her daughter needs me. More than either of them realize. And if she didn't need me, I'd still date her, just because she's so pretty and with such a sexy attitude. Just in case she becomes the nymphomaniac the school shrink was talking about, I want to be there. To channel that energy, of course. What were you thinking?