Today we start with a theoretical story. It’s purely hypothetical. Right. A boy likes a girl. But he can’t tell her he likes her, because that’s against the rules of The Game. Instead they beat around the bush, always hinting but never just saying. With this avoidance of directness comes the fingernails-on-the-chalkboard agony of not knowing how the other person feels, and you certainly can’t ask them. No, no, that’s taboo.
Why?
First let me make it clear that I’m a hopeless romantic, and I’m quite aware of the romance in The Hunt, so to speak. Not knowing is a mystery, and we humans like mysteries. But speaking from personal experience, it usually involves acute mental and emotional anguish (the not-knowing-how-the-other-person-feels part), especially if you’re actually interested in them. I generally try to avoid unnecessary pain, as a rule. :) Is this necessary? Perhaps it is. I don’t know. But what if it’s not?
For example, there’s a whole lot more to romance than the beginning of a relationship when you don’t know how the other feels — the rest of the relationship! It’s a very small part of things. Is it any less romantic to express one’s true feelings? True, this can backfire in a big way. I see a few possibilities:
1. Boy likes girl. Girl has no interest in boy. Boy tells girl how he feels. Girl is weirded out and calls the police. End of relationship.
2. Boy likes girl. Girl has a small level of interest in boy. Boy tells girl how he feels. Girl is still weirded out. Awkwardness ensues. Boy is lucky if anything comes out of it.
3. Boy likes girl. Girl is really interested in boy. Boy tells girl how he feels. Girl swoons and they live happily ever after. Or something like that.
Obviously I’m betraying my lack of insight into female psychology. :) But regardless, it seems to me that being open and honest about one’s feelings could very well be the better path. Personally, I much prefer being upfront with each other as opposed to this maddening game we play in the name of romance. If a girl likes me and I don’t like her (and I’m pretty sure there’s no chance I’d ever like her as more than a friend), I think it’s best to tell her right away (even though it’s infinitely harder than being silent about it) rather than lead her on and feed her false hopes that will still have to die in the end. Being open can be more painful, but in the long run it’s more humane. And if both are interested in each other, then great, you don’t have to worry anymore and you can focus on the relationship without all the stress of wondering if you’re being led on.
And yet if you do tell a girl you’re madly in love with her, she freaks out, her roommates freak out, her roommates’ mothers freak out, and heck, even her roommates’ mothers’ pet parakeets freak out. And everyone you talk to shakes their head and tries to think of which local mental ward would be a better fit for you. ~sigh~
(True, it depends on what kind of a guy you are. There are freaky guys out there. But what about the normal guys? Aren’t declarations of passion the height of romance? That’s the message I’m getting from the chick flicks, but maybe my receiver is broken.)
Am I missing something? Is there a piece of the puzzle that fell off the table?
The astute reader can probably tell that this post isn’t rhetorical. :) We are all fools in love, said Jane.
Update: I just read today’s Non Sequitur and it’s too perfect to let slip by:

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