Going to the bar every weekend with your friends and being faced with the lack of stimulating conversation that goes on in the chat room, what is a boy to do? This is the question I tried to force out of my system last weekend by crying on my friend's front stoop. Needless to say, it didn't work. It seems, to me at least, that boys who are looking for more then a one night fling are growing fewer and further between.
I myself am not 100% pure and innocent. I too have fallen into the one night stand trap. It is a very easy trap to fall into. But, what about those boys (I'd like to think there's more than one), who are looking for something more? It almost seems to me like there isn't a chance in the world for us silly dreamers.
It seems silly, but I just don't think there's enough of us out there. Then again, maybe there is, and we're all just afraid to show our "head in the clouds" side. But, this article is sort of a plea. I'm not even sure how many will read it, but I am calling all dreamers who wish to prove me wrong.
Sitting on her stoop that night, tears streaming down my face, I explained my feelings on the issue. I painted for her the perfect guy. The perfect guy who I'm sure does exist, somewhere. I almost feel like I am alone in my search for this boy, but I know there are others out there like me. It may be easier to believe that there isn't, but I shall not give up that easy.
This dark handsome boy would be interested in poetry, theatre at night, art, literature, books wall to wall and all types of music. He would be willing to show the world his true face, his true self and be proud for who that is. He can laugh and make others laugh. He can look so deep into your eyes that he makes you feel like he's looking right at your soul, and that doesn't even scare you. He wants to sit for hours and speak of dreaming, of your future together with him, of what it would be like to grow old together and exist almost as one person. He wants to run with you in the rain and dance with you in the snow. He can make you feel like there isn't another being alive more important then you. He sips his coffee, dreaming.
I know that this boy has to exist somewhere, not simply in my dreams. I wish that it were as simple as waving a magic wand. Nothing in life is. Write me a letter, sing me a song. I shall be waiting for you fellow dreamer. If only between my pillow and sheets.
I am calling all dreamers. I am dreaming of you.
Christopher Jeske attends college in London, Ontario under the Graphic Design program. He's currently single and fumbling towards ecstasy. To contact him, write to: firstname.lastname@example.org