“Excuse me, Miss, but what’s your name?
Where are you from and can I come?
And possibly can I take you out tonight?”
It’s one thing to hear Luther Vandross sing these words to you. It’s another thing to hear these words – or some variation of them – being said to you directly.
I recently found myself on the receiving end of such a series of queries. And to the surprise of my jaded sensibility, I answered said queries in the affirmative. As in:
“Yes, you may take me out tonight.”
Or some variation of that.
Maybe it’s Maui. Maybe it’s the go-with-the-flow attitude that seems to arise from every crevice of this island. Maybe it was his gentlemanly demeanor. Maybe it was my being cooped up with Algebra and adolescents for the past six weeks.
Whatever it was, it was enough to make me say yes.
And from saying yes to that experience and to that person, and very-well enjoying both, I’ve decided to – wait, let me steady my jadedness – say “yes” more. Not to everything and not to everyone, mind you, but to more things and more…ones. The next one, in fact, that I plan to abide is me.
For those of you who are new to this website and/or new to me, allow me to introduce you to…me.
I am Stephanie. I like to write…except when my head is filled with Algebra; in which case, I like to take a two-month break from writing. When my head is Algebra-free, I like to write about me. My growth. My pains. My story of head-smart/heart-dumb girl recovery.
Hmm? What’s that you say?
“What in the actual world is ‘head-smart/heart-dumb girl recovery’?”
Well, friends, if you know what growth is and you know what pain is, then you’re almost there. (To fill in any remaining blanks, click here.)
So, now that you know more about me, it’s now my turn to get to know more about me. Yes, I’ve got a date…with myself.
You see, along my road of head-smart/heart-dumb girl recovery, I’ve learned the other golden rule: I’ve got to treat myself the way that I want to be treated by someone else.
If I want someone else to respect me, then I’ve got to respect myself. If I want someone else to love me, then I’ve got to love myself. If I want someone else to treat me to dinner and a show, then, by God, I’ve got to treat myself to dinner and show!
And that’s exactly what I plan to do.
A: Monty Python’s “Spamalot.”
A: Saturday night. (Ah, ah, ah, ah, staying alive!)
And the key to staying alive for a recovering head-smart/heart-dumb girl is for her to stay true to herself.
And that means getting to know herself.
And that means dating herself.
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