Boy among Girls
Friday, April 10, 2009
Oh, to be this boy among girls. To have access to their riffling suspicions, their percussive dreams. To know when they mean what they say, and also what they would say, if only asked. At the dance studio last week, Jean claimed, "Every story a woman tells about a man is the same."
"Can't be," I said.
"Oh, yes. Believe me."
(And I pictured this ballroom dance instructor day after day, hour after hour, women in the hold of his cha-cha, his rumba, confessing and declaiming and wanting and hoping.)
"Every. Single. Story. The same?"
"One story," he said.
"So what is the story?"
"The story is simple. The story is this: Men and women are two separate species."
