Romance and the Art of a Grand Gesture
So when I was 17 a boy wrote me a song. He was performing for a group of people and announced that the next song was written for me. Now I was mostly a tomboy, but in that moment I was a princess, the only girl in the room.
Unfortunately for me there were several other girls in the room, and my first romance ended quickly. But I learned one very important thing about myself in that instant: I love grand gestures! Who wouldn’t love a song written for them, a special bracelet made with them in mind or flowers and candies delivered at work?
The Real Love Story
A few years later, the real love story began. At the time, I was a little rough around the edges, nose pierced – a tough loner who didn’t need anyone else and certainly wasn’t shopping for a relationship. I look back at that time and wonder, with all of my boy repellent, how anyone found me attractive.
I guess there’s someone for everybody though because one boy didn’t care about the tough fa