I'll trade you my heart for your snowboard
Last night I donned a pair of heels and a cute little pink and black lacey skirt for a cocktail party in honor of a friend's safe return from the wilds of America. We ate delicious food and sipped red wine and chatted about all sorts of things. One friend is designing for a fashion show, one was taking a trip with her mom to Boston and the guest of honor had finally figured out men. That's right, she figured them out and she shared the findings with all of us. And I think she got it right.
While spending the last month living in Colorado she hung out with a large group of guys. The rugged, outdoor type who clean up in business suits Monday through Friday and then mountain bike or do extreme snowboarding on the weekends. They were regular guys who didn't have girlfriends, but they had eachother and a shared love of sports. She recalled a time when she was sitting with these men watching them scream with excitiment at the television as people defied gravity, and logical thinking, doing sport stunts. She marveled at the way that these men expressed thier heartfelt emotion about people they didn't know but who were willing to put it all on the line for twenty seconds of extreme euphoria. For a few seconds of your heart beating fast and your palms getting sweaty and people praising your bravery and skill. Cheering along and sharing in on those brief moments that turned into lifelong memories.
And that's when it hit her. She is willing to risk all of that too--the sweaty palms, the praise, the adrenaline--but not for a new snowboarding trick. She is willing to risk it all for love. She is willing to dive in and give her heart to someone for a lifetime, something that lasts a whole lot longer than a quick ride down the side of a mountain.
And that was it, maybe it is just that simple. Maybe men are willing to take a chance for a few minutes of joy but the long term payoffs aren't even thrown into the equation. Whereas women are willing to take that leap off of the side of the mountain if someone will be there, not only for the moment it happens, but for the months and years afterwards when the glory and the euphoria have faded and all that is left is two people holding eachother's hearts with all of the care they can muster.
It just makes so much sense. I mean, I'm willing to trade my heart for your snowboard. Actually, I'm willing to let you keep both if you promise that if either of them breaks, we'll take it to the shop together.
Last night I donned a pair of heels and a cute little pink and black lacey skirt for a cocktail party in honor of a friend's safe return from the wilds of America. We ate delicious food and sipped red wine and chatted about all sorts of things. One friend is designing for a fashion show, one was taking a trip with her mom to Boston and the guest of honor had finally figured out men. That's right, she figured them out and she shared the findings with all of us. And I think she got it right.
While spending the last month living in Colorado she hung out with a large group of guys. The rugged, outdoor type who clean up in business suits Monday through Friday and then mountain bike or do extreme snowboarding on the weekends. They were regular guys who didn't have girlfriends, but they had eachother and a shared love of sports. She recalled a time when she was sitting with these men watching them scream with excitiment at the television as people defied gravity, and logical thinking, doing sport stunts. She marveled at the way that these men expressed thier heartfelt emotion about people they didn't know but who were willing to put it all on the line for twenty seconds of extreme euphoria. For a few seconds of your heart beating fast and your palms getting sweaty and people praising your bravery and skill. Cheering along and sharing in on those brief moments that turned into lifelong memories.
And that's when it hit her. She is willing to risk all of that too--the sweaty palms, the praise, the adrenaline--but not for a new snowboarding trick. She is willing to risk it all for love. She is willing to dive in and give her heart to someone for a lifetime, something that lasts a whole lot longer than a quick ride down the side of a mountain.
And that was it, maybe it is just that simple. Maybe men are willing to take a chance for a few minutes of joy but the long term payoffs aren't even thrown into the equation. Whereas women are willing to take that leap off of the side of the mountain if someone will be there, not only for the moment it happens, but for the months and years afterwards when the glory and the euphoria have faded and all that is left is two people holding eachother's hearts with all of the care they can muster.
It just makes so much sense. I mean, I'm willing to trade my heart for your snowboard. Actually, I'm willing to let you keep both if you promise that if either of them breaks, we'll take it to the shop together.
posted by Ebony @ 2:30 PM
1 Comments:
At 6:11 PM,
Stereoette said…
ive been trying to trade my snowboard for a boys heart for years. Now, thanks to your blog entry, I realize I had it backwards! NOW maybe i can get some results!
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