Meg Dowell Writes

Boys are stupid.

I’m taking time out of my evening to let you all know: (1) boys, you are dumb, and (2) girls, don’t EVER fall in love, because you’re just setting yourself up for heartbreak if you do. I know this from experience–too many experienes. Girls? I have something to say.

Don’t ever give a boy your heart. Not even if he asks nicely. Once you give a masculine creature your heart, it will never be the same. It’s like giving your favorite toy to your best friend. They’re going to return that toy broken, or scratched, or deformed in some way, shape, or form. It will never be as pure and pink as it was before you forked the thing over. Trust me on this, would you?

And another thing: don’t let their flirting suck you into anything! They’re only flirting with you because they think it’s fun. They aren’t flirting with you because they’re interested in you. They may think that you’re cute, or that you have nice hair, but REALLY! Flirting is an art that no one has ever mastered, and it’s best that you don’t try to become the Great Flirt Master. Flirting gets you into trouble. Because boys use flirting to trick you. They flirt with you one day and then completely ignore you the next.

All of this advice is coming straight from my heart. I know all of these things from experience! Don’t believe me? Well, you should. You may not know for sure if all this stuff I’m about to tell you actually happened, but that doesn’t mean you have to shun the possiblility completely. No one knows for sure if God existed, but Christians still believe that He does, nonetheless!

I gave my heart to a male creature once. His name? Classified. His amazingness? Off the charts. I thought he was the coolest thing. I thought that he would make me the happiest gal around. I thought that this guy was everything I had ever hoped and longed for. I trusted him with all of my secrets and vented to him whenever I couldn’t handle the craziness in my life. I loved him.

Do you want to know where all of that got me? Nowhere! Nowhere except for on top of my bed with my face stuffed into my pillow, mercilessly crying my eyes out. The boy that I loved and gave my whole heart to didn’t take care of it. He had no idea how much care it needed. It wasn’t a puppy–it didn’t starve, but it didn’t whine when it was hungry, either. He didn’t take it seriously. And one day, out of nowhere, he thrust it back into my hands. It was bent and bruised and broken all over, and there are still scars. But the scars exist even still for several reasons. One of them is that I kept giving it back.

He broke it the same way every time until I couldn’t give it up anymore. And so I took it away from him. Not only did I rip my heart from his hands, but with it I took my trust. With it I took my faith in him. Nothing was ever the same between us after that. It was never the same–because there was one thing left I couldn’t take away from him.

He still holds my love for him. Even if he doesn’t know it–even if he’s holding someone else’s heart in his hands–my love is still there. It’s the part of my heart that he took with him when he began walking out of my life. It’s the part of my heart I will never get back. And because of that, I’m stupid enough even still to love him.

Ladies, learn from this. Don’t give your heart away to someone. Not unless he gives you his. Once he gives you his heart–not even his whole heart; even if it’s just a piece–you are safe. With that piece of beating tissue is his trust, his faith, his loyalty, and his love. Don’t ever give that back to him. Hold onto it for as long as you live. It will remind him that your heart is not to be toyed with. Your heart is special, and he should treat it as such.

Love is complicated. Guys flirt, and you have to be the one to decide if they really mean it or not. They don’t understand us, and we don’t understand them. But for some reason, we still fall in love with each other.

It’s a mystery in my eyes. But when I figure out some sort of clue as to why I’m still praying that my Mr. Right will show his face soon, I’ll let you know. Because love is meant for everyone. God creates a man and a woman and places them on opposite ends of the Earth. Not only that, but He means for them to fall in love. Everyone has someone out there. You just have to wait for the right timing. He’ll show up! I can guarantee you that much.

One last thing? It’s totally okay to cry over a boy. Less happy tears to shed on your wedding day!