Can You Hear Me Now?

Okay, at 15, she isn’t exactly a “babe” (well, she’s a babe, but not a babe, as in baby) but the title just fits.

Yeah, she’s 15, and she’s freakin’ brilliant. She first really grabbed my attention over on this message forum we both used to post at. A silly bashing argument/flaming/debate thread started (by the grown-ups!) and I don’t even remember exactly what it was about (that’s not important anyway), but it went on for awhile, many of the outspoken and tempered adults having their say in this heated discussion. In steps this 15 year old girl, with all her 15 year old wisdom and courage, and with her simple post, she put all the adults in their place, made sense of the situation, cleared it up, and pretty much put an end to it (for the time being. Heh). Her “peachy pie, peachy pie” philosophy made me (and I’m sure others) realize just how silly and irrelevant this argument was and how easy it was to stop. I kept my eye on her after that; her brilliance, cleverness, wit, humour, talents and easy-goingness shining through on virtually every post. Finally one day I decided on a whim to add her to my MSN.

So now we talk almost every day over messenger, and although our conversations are usually light hearted and fun (we’re both boy crazy, witty, and love music) there are also times when we completely identify with each other on deeper topics too. She reminds me so much of myself at 15 that it is scary! Only she is funnier, and I’m not sure if I was QUITE as brilliant as she is. Possibly, but something must have happened somewhere along the way to bring out my ditsier qualities (hence the nickname “wiener chick” that was bestowed upon me some years ago. That stems from “you are such a wiener“, not anything your dirty little mind may be conjuring up!)

So one day I am telling her in great detail about that book I’m going to buy (I’ve bought it now, it was shipped yesterday, woo hoo! I’ll be cured soon!) “He’s Just Not That Into You: The No Excuses Truth To Understanding Guys“. Yes, this is the book for me, the great tool by which I will learn so much about myself and make great strides in the trying-to-figure-out-men department (in other words, how about we just stop trying to figure them out!). So several days go by since we discussed the book, and here I am now, talking about this guy I met while I was in Toronto. He said this, that and the other to me… he acted this way and that way… he did this and that… yeah, he was soooo into me… distance? MS? Not an obstacle for him, he didn’t care one bit, he made that clear. So I expected to hear from him within minutes of arriving home, and I didn’t… when I did finally get an email, it was very straight forward, unfriendly, business like. Not the slightest bit of flirtation in there, what HAPPENED?? “Well Donna,” she says, “It’s times like this you have to step back and say: I guess he’s just not that into me“.

SMART ASS! You’re 15. Shut up. Hee!

So a couple weeks later I am talking about… we’ll call him “my crush”. Thinking out loud as I often do; he said this and that, he did this and that, he acted this way, that way, whatever. I am doing a bang up job of analyzing his every word and action as it may or may not pertain to whether or not he likes me “that way”… that my own insecurities have ruined my chances now, blah blah blah (I know you ladies understand what I mean. You guys are shaking your heads in wonderment at the insanity that is the female mind… did you not WATCH “Sex and the City???” ). After several days of putting up with this, she says to me, “do us all a favour and stop reading into everything - whatever happens, happens. Who knows? No one really knows except him, right? So ya. Let’s stop trying to guess”.

Oy. Now is the time I have to admit I am a 36 year old grown woman getting advice about men from a 15 year old girl… and she is RIGHT!! Damn her!! LOL I needed to hear that a week earlier. I have needed to hear that many, many times in my life!!

That book can not come too soon!

So now I know why my mom came to me before her final decision to leave my dad when I was 16. Apparently, my words struck her in a way that she was then able to make that difficult choice. And now I know why she turned to me so often during those times, and others, when I was just a kid. I guess if you ever need a reality check, hang out with a mature teenager who speaks her mind!

Oh, and Em? Luffa you. *glomp*!