Puppy-Love?

I've come to the conclusion that grown up life is over-rated. It is unecessarily complicated, far to stressful and needs to be rethought entirely. Particualrly in the whole area of relationships.

I propose, so to speak, that we should resort back to the simple relationship antics of the school playground. No pre-nups, no mind games, no playing hard to get, no 'will they/won't they' dilemmas. Just blissful (but brief) togetherness.

It all begins with the boys are running around playing football, convinced in their own mind that they are not, in fact, at school on the playground but at Wembley Stadium in the most important of cup final matches. The girls stand away in the distance discussing which boy each girl likes best*.

Two girls (always two. never a solo mission), one spokeswoman and one backup, usually a quiet coy looking one, are then sent from the group to the middle of the game (something that under no circumstances would normally be allowed but due to the unwritten laws of the playground is permitted) to speak with the boy of choice.

His best friend, wingman, teammate, brother from another mother, notices the girls' approach and takes up his position as spokesman for his mate. Both parties meet face to face, the boys with their shirts untucked and panting like two unfit bulldogs; the girls mercilessly twiddling their hair and swaying;

"My friend fancies your friend"

"well, my friend likes your friend too"

"will your friend go out with my friend?"

The wingman turns to double-check with his mate, a galant but casual wipe of his nose on his sleeve and a shrug of his shoulders somehow communicates a positive response.
"Yeah alright".

The giggles ensue and the girls depart from the boys. the boys return to the thick of the battle before the bell rings for end of play.

For the next few hours, the 'happy couple' are inseperable (well, they sit next to each other) and news of their togetherness is announced to the world, traditionally by some kind of rhyme about tree's and k-i-s-s-i-n-g. They hold hands for the next lesson and then it's home time. They live across town from each other so there's no seeing the other until school the following day.
By which time, they get bored. By morning break the couple have split in the most heartwrenching of moments.

By lunchtime, they're best friends in the whole wide world.

On the third day, it begins all over again... Simple eh?

*for the female perspective check Gemma's Blog!