"Okay. You take girls, for example. They’re copying their moms and magazines and everything to know how to act around guys.”
I thought about the moms and the magazines and the everythings, and the thought made me nervous, especially if it includes TV.
“I mean it’s not like the movies where girls like assholes or anything like that. It’s not that easy. They just like somebody that can give them a purpose.”
“A purpose?”
“Right. You know? Girls like guys to be a challenge. It gives them some mold to fit in how they act. Like a mom. What would a mom do if she couldn’t fuss over you and make you clean your room? And what would you do without her fussing and making you do it? Everyone needs a mom. And a mom knows this. And it gives her a sense of purpose. You get it?”
“Yeah,” I said even though I didn’t. But I got it enough to say “Yeah” and not be lying, though.
“The thing is some girls think they can actually change guys. And what’s funny is that if they actually did change them, they’d get bored. They’d have no challenge left. You just have to give girls some time to think of a new way of doing things, that’s all. Some of them will figure it out here. Some later. Some never. I wouldn’t worry about it too much.”
But I guess I did worry about it. I’ve been worrying about it ever since he told me. I look at people holding hands in the hallways, and I try to think about how it all works. At the school dances, I sit in the background, and I tap my toe, and I wonder how many couples will dance to “their song.” In the hallways, I see the girls wearing the guy’s jackets, and I think about the idea of property. And I wonder if anyone is really happy. I hope they are. I really hope they are."
