17th Mar 2012 Almost A Woman - My Fiction Story

He was 16, with long hair, leather jacket, a motorbike, and asking me to go for a ride and 'an ice-cream or something ...' . Surprised & with my heart suddenly beating faster for a first 'date' I said 'Yes'.I said that because he had long hair, leather jacket and a motorbike. (What did you expect? I was 14!) But I fell almost a woman.

 

That bog had the sensibility of Homer Simpson and his vital objective was to have the biggest motorbike than the rest of his pals became my boyfriend. I only knew that because he said so to all his friends.

 

My mother whose only ambition and purpose in life was to see me get a good education based on artistic aspirations, her own dream broken by early marriage and almost immediate widowhood, wanted to die. But she knew she only needed to tell me she didn't like this boy for me to tell her in reply that I would marry him. So the poor woman kept quiet silently praying that it would end soon and the long haired devil wouldn't leave her only daughter pregnant.

 

The boy showed me off on his motorbike rides around the streets and I, like a koala at his back, gripping on tight, with his long hair sweeping & sometimes covering my eyes, wishing my own long hair would not tangle up with his to strangle me. Our conversation centres usually on the hour he would pick me up, the type of ice-cream to have, or 'Give me a kiss' and 'I am going to sleep'; mostly in that order.

 

My mother every now and then commented, purposefully casually, that the boy didn't seen to have anything in common with me, or wasn't good enough for me, etc. But she didn't need to worry long, Not yet 3 weeks later, he started taking another girl on his motorbike and bought her ice-cream, without as much as a good-bye to me.

 

Since then my heart had been broken a couple more times, and I surprised myself how well I adjusted, buried the mistakes, then recovery and hope. Now when I see other young girls on other boys' motorbikes, I feel the urge to tell them to be careful. Boys today are far more wild and girls matured way beyond their age. But how can I carry all the precaution or mistakes of others? How much triumph we achieved without having experienced failure? We have all gone off track at one time or another towards abyss or bumped our heads against solid walls, without anyone capable of guiding us to safety or repairing errors.

 

Perhaps the only thing we can do is to extend our hands to help ourselves out of the unfathomable hole, and believe that we have learned a good reason from the careless fall ...

 

Well, would anyone there give me a hand ... ?

Tags: woman, boy, girl

Prev: 16th Mar 2012 My Random Trivial Thoughts Today ...
Next: 21st Feb 2012 An Irresistible Ad.