Posted by Stephen
“A cliché or cliche is an expression, idea, or element of an artistic work which has become overused to the point of losing its original meaning, or effect, and even, to the point of being trite or irritating, especially when at some earlier time it was considered meaningful or novel. The term is frequently used in modern culture for an action or idea that is expected or predictable, based on a prior event.”
I’d like to comment on cliches to summarize some of the things I’ve learned because, people who stay away from things deemed a “cliche” must have some sad and cynical bones in their body, too guarded to ever really really learn anything about life first hand. Or maybe I’m just talking about myself.
In a world of over exposed stories and people experiencing the same thing all around the world, I now know that I have been in hiding, not fully living my life by trying to skip out on many of life’s cliches. Whether it was not going up to a girl in a bar, or not putting myself in a vulnerable position with my friends, or just avoiding doing well intentioned things that would come off as corny, I am guilty of all of it. Should I not tell a girl she has nice eyes because 90 million people have done it before me, even if it’s true? Should I not say to my best guy friends that I don’t think that we get deep enough in our conversations, even if I truly feel that way?
It took me all of about less than one day to go on my first date after the 4th quarter ended. It was however totally unplanned. and a total cliche from a romance movie that I would have scoffed at and dismissed as stupid had it not been happening to me in real-time. I’ll keep this part short. I moved seats cause I nicely asked someone in front of me to switch seats because they had more leg room and they actually switched, to my shock and grace. And then I turn to my left and there is a girl, a girl that is worth talking to.
Packed with 90 days of energy waiting for a situation like this, coupled with the fact that I was sitting right next to her, and there was no loud music playing, I was feeling my most comfortable for an approach. A little Xanax for “fear of flying” probably didn’t hurt my confidence either. Long story short is that things went well, we talked for quite a long time on a red-eye that we both should have been sleeping on. Instead I bought her 3 glasses of wine and made her admit it was a date since I paid for the wine. And I told her about this blog, the first strange girl with whom it was actually relevant to bring it up to. Words like serendipity and fate got thrown around… that was probably the wine talking but who knows? I got a number… how ’bout them apples.
Only in retelling the story to friends did it truly become apparent to me how cliche it really was. I found out later she was supposed to be in another seat too, so who really knows anyway. All I know is that i was forward and direct, and nice and it worked out about as well as it could have hoped for the time being.
After that, it was days of over-analyzing with friends, and wondering all the different ways it could end, or end up. I felt so uncomfortable meeting someone with promise and being back in the unknown. I hadn’t felt like this in a really long time, and it wasn’t because she was the one I’m destined to marry. It was because I had finally put myself back into a vulnerable position, where I have expectations and hopes and it just might not turn out the way I want. Unfortunately, being vulnerable seems to be the only way to find who and what is right for me, so here we go.
I guess what I’m trying to say is: Even if you’re “always a bridesmaid, never the bride” and you’re “all dressed up with nowhere to go” don’t “abandon ship” even if “all hell breaks loose” because “absence makes the heart grow fonder” and “all’s fair in love and war.”
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