Once Upon a Night... - Ryan Walton

   There's been some debate recently between myself and various other people about a certain topic. This topic is simply why guys seem to place so much importance on that relationship with that special someone. Truly, there isn't any way that I can answer that question fully without the help of a little story, so here it goes...

Enter flashback...

   It was night. It was a night full of contradictions. In some ways it was a night like many others are. There were stars in the sky, people in the streets, and I'm sure if you were somewhere that animals could live unmolested you would hear those who were staying up to watch the late show moving around. So there it was, all kinds of normal, but for me... well let's just say that it's going to be a while before I forget that night.

   The sad thing is that she wasn't even my girlfriend. Enough intro, story time.

   Imagine, if you will, a small group of friends, taking a trip into NYC, the city that never sleeps. Don't think of these people as ordinary, rather think of them as extraordinary people, just going about something that they enjoy, a break from the everyday hassles of school. A mixed group really, a couple guys, a couple girls. Something about the group made them stand out from the crowd. Maybe it was the fact that they were dressed nicely, but obviously not for working in an office, or perhaps it was the fact that on a bleak subway they still were laughing and joking and generally enjoying themselves. The story isn't really about the group though, but two specific members of that group. As the song that recently came out says: "He was a boy, she was a girl, can I make it anymore obvious."

   To the boy, it was a magical night. He spending time close to the girl that usually brought calm to the raging storms in his mind, now brought butterflies and caffeine. Even as his world expanded to include the vast array of streets of the big apple, it paled in comparison to the world he could see in her eyes. Even now, a year or so later, he can see each of the movements, etched in his mind, like the tune of his favorite song, for indeed her movements did seem to meld together like the notes of a beautiful symphony. After an enjoyable trip the group arrived in N. Y., met up with the parent of one of the group's members, it was off to eat. Dinner was a continuous trading of one imagined embarrassment for another. From trying to find a seat at the table that she would sit next to while at the same time trying not to seem to obvious about how much he wanted her next to him, to trying to match her grace while eating (failing at that, simply trying to keep the tomato sauce off of his clothing). After dinner the group retired to the parent's hotel room to eat their dessert and watch some tv. Due to the lack of seating, or maybe something far more special than that, he found her sitting very comfortably on his lap. When it came time to head back to the school, the charge of leading the group back to the subway was handed over to our love sick boy. Now, if you ever want to make a guy feel like the most special person in the world, give him some important seeming job to complete, especially if a couple girls are depending on him. So down the streets of new york the group traveled. Encountering a protest he attempted to remove "his group" from the area, but after moving over a block he found that he had only avoided the majority of the group to place himself near those heading to the protest. Since it is often not a good idea to stray too far from the original course they were forced to stay fairly close to the protestors. After a few minutes he felt the lightest of touches on his arm as his crush placed her arm in his. A simple action, but it's effects were not simple in the least. The first reaction was that his affection for her rose until any scale capable of reading such things would have simply blown apart. The second reaction was that his confidence in his abilities to escort this lovely lady to safety double, maybe even tripled. The third and final reaction was that the protector in him showed itself, for at that moment he knew that should anything attempt to stand between them and their destination he wouldn't hesitate to act. Fortunately there was no call for the protector before they reached the subway they needed to take back. It was an uneventful trip the remainder of the way back to school, not to say that it was boring, but there weren't any mobs to avoid or anything. And that's where the story ends... not the story of the friends, or even the boy and the girl, but of that time once upon a night...

End flashback...

   So you see, while girls may treat their guy like a slave, make us totally change how we act, speak, or the friends we hang out with, this is an example of how a series of simple events, in the mind of a guy in love were transformed into an amazing wonderland.