Boy meets Girl

I think I'm learning something. After several years of being single, one would hope I've figured a few things out. At the risk of exposing what might be considered by some my secrets, I want to chat about dating for a few minutes. I've learned that in the dating world, genders have specific roles. And I've learned it the hard way. After spending a couple years trying to reverse the natural ways of the universe in pursuit of a boy, I finally gave up and moved on with life. But that's exactly when the universe flipped. What I had excessively attempted to thrust my will upon finally came to be interested in me. Actually, the more I think about it, the universe didn't flip at all. It just won, like it always does. In this case, it showed me that there is a natural way to "boy meets girl" that comes in a million variations, but it comes down to boy picking girl. I don't know enough about the male psyche or darwinian theory to have any explanation for this. But somehow, boys must, on their own volition, choose a girl then make an effort to get her to choose him. Girls can crush all they want, but boys need to decide. It's not rocket science, I know. It's just something that I've come to believe. That's all.