That's the Time When Girls Were a Fantasy

Do young boys start thinking of girls with imperfect make-up and pretty clothes who look like Barbie in every sense of the word? I used to look at them and laugh, thinking they were going to a party rather than attract the opposite sex! That's the time when girls were a fantasy, filling up this head with unrealistic thoughts... to have been the handsome Prince Charming, and offer them anything on a silver platter; and growing up I realized how silly I was... I had little to offer, still carrying their books to school! Somebody should have pinched me and told me that at such age chasing girls was a game of hide-and-seek, or a dance around-the-rosy to sing nursery rhymes; even my teacher loved my greasy hair with that combed-back hairdo, tight jeans and a plain t-shirt as handsome Travolta would wear... only made me famous for an afternoon on the dance floor! Those were the most exciting times for a naive boy like me charming them with that look of lover to make them fall in love with me, it worked, but after dancing they started giggling...whispering something that made me appreciate the ingenuity that girls had at the age of twelve; and would it had happened today, I probably would have gotten many kisses, remembering their smiles, but not saying, " That's the time when girls were a fantasy! " Written by Andrew Crisci for nette oncloud's contest, " ...At This Age "