Boys and Girls

On an empty path with fallen leaves, crumpled grass, beneath a canopy of trees, lies a little girl with eyes shut tight and all four limbs outstretched. “I’m floating down a river, the great river that opens to the ocean.” she whispered to herself.

“Excuse me”, said a little boy, a little boy she didn’t know had been watching her for close to a minute, and a minute is a long time for a little boy. “You might have forgotten but you’re on grass. You’re not floating on a river. And our river, it doesn’t open to the ocean. It opens to more river and a hundred other rivers before it opens to the ocean.”

“Can’t you see I’m imagining?”

“I didn’t know girls knew how to imagine.”

“Of course we do! We can do everything you can – and better!”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to suggest that you weren’t as good as…”

“What were you suggesting?”

“Nothing. I wasn’t suggesting anything. I…”

“Then mind your own business!”

“Ok ok… Take it easy. I’m going. I’m going.”

“Girls are crazy.” he told himself. “I was only trying to help. How was I to know they also imagined?”

Naïve as little boys are sometimes, he didn’t realize that little girls do. Do imagine, I mean. And even as he turned his way, this little girl’s mind was already forming, the images, sensations, and a matrimonial storyline.

“He loves me. I’m sure of it. And I love him too!”

David Bonifacio

David Bonifacio Husband, Father, CEO of Bridge. #DB

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Ressa - February 20, 2013 Reply

HAHAHA what’s this supposed to mean?! GRABEEE but I’m reacting because it’s somewhat true. Before I’d fight this kind of stereotype, but I know better. I recognize it, and it’s good that there are men who recognize it too. At least they can help us :)) But I had this experience wherein the guy misread things too. When confronted he said, “I thought you liked me. You’re always smiling at me.” I was take aback. That’s when I realized that for some, a harmless usual thing can be “imagined” out of proportion. Tuloy when I see that person in church, I try not to smile as much just to safe guard his heart I guess. The power of one’s imagination. Can be deadly at times.

    David Bonifacio - February 21, 2013 Reply

    It happens to people I guess. Doesn’t really happen to me anymore because everyone knows I don’t like anyone.

    Ressa - February 22, 2013 Reply

    So how do you draw the line? Practical steps to not come off aloof, or worse awkward, yet at the same time not sending out the wrong message? I think this would be a good question to be thrown at the forum.

    David Bonifacio - February 24, 2013 Reply

    First thing I would say is be normal in the sense that we should act as Christ acted and be motivated as He was motivated. No need to complicate things with too many how-tos.

redshoetraveller - February 20, 2013 Reply

And I can’t stop giggling for I find this funny but true. I just chanced upon this blog today and I’m so glad I did! You have a way with words. Keep writing!

Anonymous - February 21, 2013 Reply

baka pwede ring inooveranalyze ng little boy.. baka iba yung iniisip ng little girl hehe biro lang

    David Bonifacio - February 21, 2013 Reply

    That’s the whole point of the post. Iba nga iniisip nila.

Joel Fresco - February 22, 2013 Reply

LOL. This reminds me of a certain school for girls, Assumption College! Hahahaha. It makes me wonder, that one can shake their head and sigh on how communication which is vital to life and relationships can also be the a tool to its downfall and destruction.

So is it beneficial for a boy, before doing anything, to know or to keep in mind that most girls do imagine? And is it beneficial for a girl before imagining even further, to know and keep in mind that most boys do fall in love, este, most boys just do things that way without suggesting anything?

    David Bonifacio - February 22, 2013 Reply

    I’m terrible at communicating with girls. I’m too stubborn to learn it.

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Anonymous - March 21, 2013 Reply

yes! She loves to imagine beautiful things….until He comes.hahahha

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