Courtship

 

court·ship  /ˈkɔrtʃɪp, ˈkoʊrt-/ Show Spelled[kawrt-ship, kohrt-]

–noun

1.

the wooing of one person by another.

2.

the period during which such wooing takes place.

3.

solicitation of favors, applause, etc.

 I used to believe that I was born in the wrong era. Teacher's told me I should've been an 80's child...what with stealing my mother's leggings and begging for a pair of converse to match them.  Later in life I came to learn that in the 2000 generation (Generation X, right?) chivalry has officially died...so I rethought era's.  Maybe I should have gone back to the fifties - back when women were cherished and adored.  Hopeless romantics were loud and proud!  Maybe even further back...to the time of Shakespeare, although most of his work ended in tragedy - it was a tragedy drenched with a love story. 

The photo I've posted above is one well known that might demonstrate my point a little bit.  The respect that men had for women... and yes, in every era you will have those jerks who don't appreciate them, that's God's way of keeping you on your toes.  But as the years go on, and the media dilutes our brain with "Slap that hoe" and "Shake your ass for me" the viewpoint may have changed....a lot.  

Truth is, from one hopeless romantic to the world - I can't help but wish that more people like me existed.  Ask me to dance under the moonlight, watch the stars at night, tell me I'm beautiful - even in my glasses with no make up, open my door for me...not much to ask for I'd say, but who knows. 

Regardless, I suppose when the time is right, it will happen.  It may or may not have been a tough pill to swallow tonight in my self acclaimed 'love life.'  I'll get over it, in fact I have a pretty epic friend to help me do so...that and some good music to help as well.  However, if any men read my blog...do a sap a favor - stick to your word.  Be honest, and whatever you do... do not string a girl along.  When she says she wants the truth, she truly does.  Trust me on this, it's so much easier to say it outright than for her to possibly find out another way...

So to the man whom I wish so much would sweep me off my feet just like the photograph above -- you know how I feel... try not to break my heart, would ya? 

For tonight,

Arianne Elizabeth