Sex & the Single Woman: This Magic Moment
Every romantic movie has “that” moment. The culmination of struggle and sorrow, of longing and regret, the moment where everything aligns as a grand gesture of emotion is displayed for all to see. It’s that moment that is so tragically romantic that us women watching can’t help but sigh.
Believe it or not, real life is peppered with these moments as well. Yes, they are on a smaller scale, but they still serve to remind us that every once in awhile we get to be the star of our own romantic movie.
While my own experiences are not exactly bursting at the seams with these moments, I’ve been lucky enough to have one or two that have really stuck with me. The odd part? I’m not sure if the guy involved knew how romantic they truly were.
Take, for example, a guy I was very close friends with in high school. Yes, I get it — I was 16 and everything was terribly romantic. Nevertheless, I always smile just a little when I think back to an afternoon I went over to his house. He greeted me at the door and led me to the back of the house where the piano was located. (Tangent #1: I have a huge weakness for pianos. Love them. So much. Tangent #2: This boy was seriously talented. He could learn piano just by listening to music. Back to the story.) He sat me down on the bench next to him and began to play a song he learned just for me.
Not just any song, but an epic love ballad by one of my favorite bands. I was a puddle on the floor.
Yes, I’m sure he knew how much it meant to me that he performed that song. But did he understand that I was literally melting on the spot? Unsure.
I’ve had other sweet moments like that, moments that I have romanticized in my memory to be absolutely perfect. While I’ll never know if guys know what effect they have on us girls, at least I have my memories. And in there, I always get a happy ending.