Dear All
As I was preparing the girls for school this morning, I got a snatch of the 2nd part to the cartoon show "Hey Arnold!". It's a show that the kids normally see from 6 - 6:30am as they drink their milk and I comb their hair.
This episode was about this "popular" girl in 5th grade and this weird male classmate of hers that keeps hounding her to be his girlfriend. The guy was the kind we would call a "nerd".
In another episode, another girl named Helga likes the main character Arnold, but dares not tell him. Instead, she treats him the very opposite to what she feels i.e. very hostile. She goes to see a child psychrist and on the way out, there was this weird kid was who hiding and waiting for her. As she lets him off the hook this time as she was in a good mood, he secretly takes out a photo of Helga and adores it.
When I see these 2 shows, it reminds me that reel reflects the real world somewhat. I've had my share of "weirdos" "hounding" me! Let me tell you it can be very scary. Unlike those 2 girls who are very strong in personality and character (they tell them off and even punch them up), the softie ones like me can get very intimidated.
I never knew there are so much "weirdos" out there, including girl "weirdos" too! I had my fair share of weird girl versions when I was working. Some can be very life-threatening and nerve-wrecking too!
I was just sharing with Bert on V day that I'm glad I'm no longer in the "dating game". He is too. It can be very tiring to fend off the weird ones and equally tiring to "read" the other parties actions and minds with the normal ones. When I got married, I quickly had my name plate changed to "Mrs Theresa Yong" instead of "Ms Theresa Bong" on my office door to fend off the weirdos and other nasty "ji-ko-pak"! I was very glad of the peace I had from then on. As one of my bosses said "Now you can keep the wolves at bay!". I was surprised he was aware of the problems I had. Afterall, I guess he's an old hand in the game as he was already 50+ and greying at that time already!
A girl classmate of mine told me she met her hubby from her working place. Her method of hubby-hunting was unusual to us (we 4 good JC friends meet up once in a long while). She changes job every 2 to 3 years to hubby-hunt. After 2 - 3 years, if she can't find a suitable guy, she changes job. Sounds very drastic and tedious to us other 3 ladies. But it eventually worked out for her, so good for her.
Out of my 3 neighbours, 2 found their hubbies through their working place. Not too sure about the 3rd as they are running their own business, so I seldom if ever talk to the wife, only the husband, so how to ask the husband, yah?
For us, we'll very glad we had SDU. No second guessing the agenda or motive of the other party. Though this takes out the guessing part, I must say when I looked back on the "dating game", when you are no longer part of it, it does bring back some sweet memories...those little puppy loves and 1st crush.
I guess we girls get a share of the weird ones as in our society, the girls are generally the "targets" and its the guys who, as Bert says, holds the "flint gun". The guys shoot, and if there's a spark (at least from the guys point of view - NOT the girls!!) they pursue! Generally, the girls don't go "hunting" or at least be the 1st to tell the guy (their target) their feelings. There are of course exceptions to the rule. When I shared this with Bert, he says he finds its OK for the girl to be the 1st to tell, but of course she mustn't be "weird" in the 1st place.
Actually, I've seen this happen once, but the guy tells me it didn't work out as he didn't feel the chemistry, and I see the poor lady downcast and embarrassed. I guess it is equally devastating for guys who have to do the "hunting" and "chasing" to be put down by the ladies.
Makes us feel "worried" for our little princesses when they grow up. It's a "jungle" out there! What we can do is just to strengthen their faith and foundation in God to see them through the ups and downs in life.
Love Theresa
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