As I slowly approached my dorm today, the sun beautifully beating down, the birds a-twittering, the various tanned (and not-so-tanned) bodies sprawling themselves out across the quad, I realized that something was a little different about the building I currently call home. *I say "home" in the outside-entrance motel, "I'll only be here for a short time" kind of tone.* Nevertheless, I see in front of me the good 'ole campus police Segway parked outside with a chatty group of girls. Intrigued? I certainly was. However, I must admit I was not quite prepared for what I was about to see.
I'm thinking flooding (which happened last week), maybe even an unwanted male aka stalker (has also taken place), my mind was bubbling with possibilities. However, when I finally arrived, the girls simply smiled and pointed upwards. As I looked up at the middle of our semi-circular dorm, I couldn't believe my eyes. There, standing on the quasi-balcony, meant more for decoration than anything else, especially that now this building (according to Mr. Police man on the Segway) is about 80 years old, stood a boy. So, had it not been for the gargantuan sign draped over the railing, the immediate question that surfaced in my mind was, what is a boy doing on the balcony/not balcony, which could at any moment collapse, of a girl's dormitory in the middle of the day? Well, the sign served it's purpose and explained it all it read, "__(person's name), will you go out with me?"
*pause for quizzical looks and subsequent awwww's*
I stood there in wonder for a moment, as I see this boy start warming up on a guitar (as if the sweltering heat was not warming him up enough). The girls turn to me and say, he's going to play a song for her, but she's taking too long getting ready. At which point, another girl (apparently the source inside) yells from a window that she was coming but still straightening her hair...My ladies, another reason why one should not spend too much time getting ready. You never know what could be awaiting you outside, so put that straightener down for crying out loud!
I stayed for a few minutes chatting, realizing this girl had no intention of finishing her hair soon, I went up to my room. Thankfully my room's window is on the inside, the same side of the balcony, so I opened my windows and kept on with my business. A few minutes later I hear this chorus of "AWWWW's" a "WHAT?!" and the first few keys of Lifehouse...it had begun. So I poked the better part of my upper body out of the window, gawking with the best of them.
When I withdrew from my obvious position of gaping, I realized that, apart from the group of girls gathered outside, there were others hanging out of their windows as well. Then I asked myself, what just happened? Why, in the midst of a very busy day, does all of a sudden one boy draw so much attention? I have one word for you. Chivalry.
As much as the modern woman may decry the old ways and traditions of romanticism, girls are suckers for chivalry. Every little girl dreams of her knight in shining armor, slaying the dragon, and rescuing her from her tower of despair. And even though today the boy was on the balcony instead of the girl, it reached back and touched something that we all long to experience.
Oddly enough, I had just moments ago finished a conversation with a girl who was calling a boy by some choice words because he had been leading various girls to believe things that were not true (blah, blah, blah). Yet, days before this I have been in the throws of making "I Hate Boys" mixes on my iTunes and sending out various Shakespearean insults. So, though it may be momentarily, my hope is restored. I am the last person who will say that I believe that there is a prince charming out there for everyone galloping around on his great white steed. It is not that I don't believe that true, fairy tale love exists, I do, I have seen it, but I'm not predisposed to think that as a girl that is my entitlement. But as Ionesco would say, "Let's not go into that, miss, that would take us much too far..."
So, congratulations little balcony boy, you successfully, momentarily restored the hope of pessimistic girls, that good men who want to pursue a woman in creative ways, still exist! Chivalry is not dead! It yet exists in the heart, though they may be few, they prevail!
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