Girls are so much sharper than boys. Boys, at least when they are 15 like my youngest, are usually oblivious to the whole girl likes boy thing.  Boys are really slow to catch on.

Case in point; My youngest and the first encounter he had with a girl his age that I actually witnessed. I was not impressed by his performance either — weak.
 But I‘ve been told by other moms I know that boys are slow and sometimes they never quite figure it out. Most of the time they try to fake it though.  And some of them get pretty good at that. My husband didn’t have a clue either, on the girl like boy thing. But he definitely knew when he saw what he liked. Know what I mean.

To tell you the truth, I’m looking forward to seeing my boys date, eventually. My oldest, while he’s dated a bit in college, hasn’t brought home a special girl yet either. But he’s just 21 and really focused on lining up career first. I get that.

But my youngest surprised me by his behavior with a little girl the other day, because he and I have talked about girls before. He’s said he sees beauty in all of them for the most part. “They all are pretty,” he said.  “They just don’t know it.” He actually notices them, from afar at least.
 And as for him, well I think he’s a good looking young man. His dred-locks look really cute on him, sometimes hanging perfectly funky and very artsy creative looking over one eye. He’s slim and muscular and, he’s pretty smart — book smart. Like any mom, I’d like to think he would make a good boyfriend. He’s really honest and compassionate too.
I’m not sure he’s old enough to date but I know he is at the age when that boy/girl admiration starts. He’s in high school.

OK so here’s the story:
 I went with him to a symphony concert a few evenings ago.  I went and grabbed seats while I parked the car. I came in to find he’d claimed perfect seats, saving me one. I was just about to sit with him when a young lady walks up —she plays violin in the Youth Symphony with him and she is adorable – not that that matters. She smiles at him and says hi then his name. And then asks if he would come and sit with her up front. He kind of looked at me. Either he was asking my permission or he just didn’t know what to say. He looked a bit confused.
I have to say, I was impressed with her. She came right up to him. Not one bit shy, and at the same time not forward either. I loved that.  I was like, go ahead. Go sit with her.
So he did. At intermission, though, he came back to ask me what I thought of the concert so far. I was glad because, of course I couldn’t wait to drill him about this young lady.
So, what’s her name? I asked.
“I don’t know,” he said.
“What do you mean you don’t know? Do you know her at all?  Yes but I never asked her name and now I can’t because she’ll know it did know it. That would be embarrassing.” I couldn’t believe this kid. He had sat next to this young lady for half a concert and they had been whispering about the performance, and he didn’t even get her name. Oh my!
“She obviously likes you,” I said.
 “Really?” he replied with that wide-eyed I haven’t got a clue look on his face.
 

He goes back to sit  with her. When the concert is over, as she’s making her way out of the concert hall, I just tapped her and said. “So do you play in the Youth Symphony?”
“Yes” she replied. The next question is, what is your name? She tells me.
My son was standing there watching me work.
He was pretty impressed with how nonchalantly I got the information I needed. I turned to him and said. “That’s the way it’s done.”
 If you want to know something just ask, even if you have to beg forgiveness and admit that you’re embarrassed.  Girls like that.