I sipped on my beer quietly as my cousins went on and on about their "girl problems", as I tried to push back my own "girl problems" to the back of my mind. I laughed along as they recounted their tales of eternal heartbreak and rejection, while they're obviously inebriated.
Then again, under what other circumstances could any of these macho man admit their undying love for that girl and how they couldn't live without her (at least until the next hot chick that shows them a modicum of attention comes along)? They had to be drunk. Which, I guess, makes all of it so fun.
Tita Roxanne passed by our table, to say her goodbyes to everyone as she was ready to leave. "You boys don't know a thing about love," she butted in. "Don't you know, all you ever needed to know about wooing a girl, you could learn from Beauty and the Beast
Everyone else didn't quite know what to say to her, so I broke my silence just to humor Tita Roxanne, "And what lesson would that be? That love is blind? That loving means letting go? That love conquers all?"
She sneered at me, "You know, you always were the smart one, and yet you could be so dumb about these things sometimes. The biggest lesson from Beauty and the Beast
that you need to know is that she meets her Prince Charming early in the story," she pauses for dramatic effect, while we all listened in silence, "but she won't discover that it's him 'til chapter three!"
The silly smile on my face that appeared almost instantly would stay on my lips until I went to bed that night. Perhaps I'm not Prince Charming, but there just might be something there she didn't see.
-- Never published, found scribbled on an old notebook last night, written sometime in May 2003, while thinking about her