the good first boyfriend

I always wanted my girls to have the good first boyfriend. You know, the one who paves the way, the one who sets the standard, who treats both himself and her well.

Of course we cannot choose for them even if we would like to. Damn. When they bring home the one we don’t choose, we repeat under our breath that we should be ‘open’ and find something to love in them as a show of support. (But we badly want to ground everyone until they are 30).

It is hard if the boys virtues are hidden behind something that bugs the crap out of us. Like a criminal record, a tendency to shrug often and punctuate every small and big discussion with the singular word ‘whatever’, dirty fingernails or the nasty habit of walking 4 steps ahead of her. Or very worst of all, if they wont look you in the eye.

My girls have both found people who seem wonderful. I can hardly stand it.

One came over the other night for a cupcake and a glass of milk (wholesome?)  and I was so excited. Am I the only one who has an out of body am I really the adult here experience with this stuff? Each time he took a bite I would ask another big question. I was thinking how do I quickly scare him  welcome him get to know him?

And the other, hours away at school, is reminding me of hope and first romance.

(If this does not warm your heart, get to a doctor)

They both have the good first boyfriend.

And that is something to be excited about.

It’s almost as good as the good last boyfriend.

 

 

 

We accept the love we think we deserve  Perks of Being a Wallflower

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