Let me tell you a tale…
When I was in kindergarten there was a girl on the playground who I found attractive (yes, kids at that age have hormones). She did not socialize with me normally, she hung out with a group of guys that I was not part of. So I wanted to get closer to her. I asked a friend what I should do, he thought a while and came up with a plan - I should chase the boys away from her by running at them and repeatedly punching with my fist. This was sure to let them know I meant business and they better get away fast!
So, as instructed, I ran toward them punching away. Due to the law of unintended consequences, this did not work as planned. The other boys did run away, and I chased after them. But the object of my affection also ran with them. So here I was chasing after the whole group while punching. A sharp eyed playground monitor saw what I was up to and caught me mid-punch. I was mortified, as I was and am a basically meek good person and the thought that I was doing something wrong had not entered my mind (again - hormones at work).
I never really did get to know her after that.
Fast forward to high school. I had long long since gotten over my crush on this girl, but I could not help but observe that she had developed into a…how shall I say this…I need to find the right words…a 10+ knockout - we’re talking Playboy Bunny. Tall, long legs, all the right curves, white-blonde hair, big blue eyes, superb smile, gorgeous skin. Needless to say she was out of my league, I don’t even think we were playing the same sport. And again we did not converse or socialize - I certainly knew who she was, but I couldn’t say for certain she knew who I was.
That was all many many years ago.
So, now it is 2012 and even us olds are using these new-fangled computer thingees, and using Facebook to share pictures of our kids and pets. I’ve hooked up (no, not what you youngsters mean) with a number of my high school co-horts on FB, and clicking around found this person. She is, of course, matured - still appears to look good in her picture - for a lady of this age. But, I did not send a friend request (I never do anymore) - just looked at her pic and satisfied my curiosity as to how the years had treated her.
Well, today I got a friend request from her! ACCEPT!
Moral of the story - apparently chasing and punching will payoff, if you are very patient…