The following post is from contributing blogger – Vince.
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Shall We Dance…?
Traditions. Romance. Evolution. Who makes the first move? The lady? Or the gentleman?
Traditionally speaking, the first moves for almost all romantic courtships were expected to be by the gentleman. “Shall we dance?” “Would you like to go out for dinner?” “Can I hold your hand?” “Will you be my girlfriend?” “I love you” “Will you marry me?” Ladies would wait for the first move, the first kiss, and of course, the first “I love you”.
This tradition has evolved drastically. Welcome to the 21st century and the year of 2013. Traditions have changed. Expectations have changed. It is the time of black presidents (who by the way is doing a much better job than most white presidents in the past). Women are utilizing their rights and gaining momentum! Women are voting, raising families and also becoming CEO’s of major companies. Equality! What a beautiful thing. In romantic scenarios these women are also no longer waiting for the (sometimes cowardly) man to make the first move. They’re mustering up the courage themselves to approach men and are often the first to ask for the first dance, the first kiss and the first person to say “your place or mine”. Amazing! Hubba Hubba!!
Now, don’t get me wrong. I love traditions. I’m very much an old-fashioned guy who opens the car door, holds the house door open, and will make the first move. But it’s nice to know that we don’t always have to do all the work. Speaking of which… this is how my wife and I came to be. She made the first move.
We talked for many weeks (as friends) even though we both felt something for each other.
One night my boys and I were going out to a place called “Absinth” for a good old Mo-Town drinking night. When she heard this she gathered her girlfriends and met us at the bar. All night we had a casual courtship with a heated tension between us. Because I realized I really liked this girl, I couldn’t for the life of me muster up the confidence to make the first move. The night was great! We all had a blast! Yet, as closing time drew near, her girlfriends were ready to go. As we were saying goodbye, I gave her a hug and she walked away…unsatisfied. Seconds later she turned around, ran up to me and pushed me up against the wall. She made the first move. She kissed me. I’m sorry did I say kissed? I mean she sexually assaulted my mouth. And I liked loved it. The kiss went on for about 60 seconds. The best 60 seconds of my life! The fact that she turned around and took the bull by the balls (pun intended) and took fate into her own hands was the biggest turn on. The kiss ended; she smiled and walked away – and I watched her walk away with full confidence knowing that I was going to make her mine!
Here on after I vowed to always make the first move. And I did – by making her my wife.
Lesson: If you want something bad enough, you have to take the bull by its balls and take the chance. After all, it’s better to look back on the past and regret the things you did do, rather than the things you didn’t do.