What are girls made of ?

“What are little boys made of? What are little boys made of? Frogs and snails, And puppy-dogs' tails; That's what little boys are made of. What are little girls made of? What are little girls made of? Sugar and spice, and all that's nice; That's what little girls are made of.”

Once upon a time I met a man that name was Giovanni. And he was dating a girl, well lets call her Katie. He asked Katie to out with him. They went to the movies and saw one of those so called intellectual movies. They talked and had fun. Few days after he finally dared to ask her to go out again. This time they went out for a dinner. They had fun together again.

They continued dating regularly and after two months they were just dating each others and having what we call an exclusive relationship. And then, one evening, when they were driving back home, an idea came to Katie’s mind. She turned to see Giovanni driving and said it out loud;

“Have you being thinking that exactly two months have passed from the moment we met each others?”

A silent moment landed upon them. Katie thought that that was a very loud silent: there was no need for words.

And she thought: Hmm, I wonder if he is thinking what I just said. Maybe he is thinking our relationship is limiting his life? Or maybe he is thinking that I am trying to force him to do something he doesn’t want to do or he is not ready to do….

And Giovanni thought: Damn, already two months.

And Katie thought: But hey, neither I am sure if this is the kind of relationship I would like to have. I wish to have more time for myself that I could really see what is the direction that I would like our relationship to take in the future. Are we going to continue dating just on this level and not wanting to take it to the next level? Are we going to get married? To have children? Do I want a baby boy or a girl?Am I ready for all this? Do I know him?

And Giovanni thought: Two months....that means I need to take my car into an auto mechanic and change oils. Again.

And Katie thinks: Oh no, now he is pissed off. I can see it from his face. Maybe I misunderstood his silent messages…maybe he just wants some kind of vicinity rather that a serious relationship…maybe he has already sensed that I have my doubts about this matter…ok, this is how it is; He doesn’t want to talk about his feelings. He is afraid to be abandoned from me.

And Giovanni thinks: I wonder should I ask the mechanician check the motor as well. Damn, I don’t care a shit about what that idiot thinks; He don’t know cars as I do; Last time I paid him three hundred euros and for what…for nothing! A thief. Do I need to buy a new car r perhaps a motorcycle?

And Katie thinks: Now he is angry. And I can’t blame him. I would be angry too. I feel myself so guilty for forcing him to go through all this shit. But I can’t help it, I am not sure about my feelings.

And Giovanni thinks: Maybe the bloke at the gas station could give me some kind of guarantee for his work. Or maybe not. An asshole.

And Katie thinks: Maybe I am too idealistic, I am hoping a charming knight to arrive with a white horse. I mean, I am sitting here next to a great guy who really cares about me and who is suffering for my egocentric childish thoughts.

And Giovanni thinks: A guarantee? Come on: Am I kidding myself? What was I thinking about? Well, I will give them a guarantee and push it all the way in a place in which sun does not shine!

”Giovanni?” Katie says.

”What?”Giovanni wakes up from his thoughts.

” Be kind, and stop torturing yourself in this way, Katie says with her eyes full of tears. I know, I should never have…Oh my god…I fell myself so….”

”What?” Giovanni asks.

”I know I am crazy,” Katie continues crying, ”I know that charming knights don’t exist. Believe me I know it. No knights and no horses. I have had such a hard life.

” No horses...?” Giovanni says.

”You do believe that I am crazy, don’t you?” Katie says.

”No, I don’t believe so, says Giovanni, feeling happy that he can finally answer to a question he understands.

”Things are like this at the moment…I mean…I need more time,” Katie says.

(Two minutes break, during which Giovanni thinks as fast as he can, Finally he ends up what he considers a safe kind of answer.)

”So,”he says.

Katie is very touched from his words and gives him a kiss. “ O Giovanni, do you really think so?”

”About what?” Giovanni asks.

”About that.” Katie says.

” Ah, about that, naturally. Giovanni says.

Katie raises her glance towards Giovanni’s eyes and looks right into them. Giovanni feels himself embarrassed as he is afraid what Katie might say. Especially if her words will have something to do with horses.

Finally Katie talks. ”Thanks Giovanni,”she says.

”No, Thank you, ” Giovanni says.

Then he drives Katie back home. Katie is laying on her bed with her broken soul and cries until the next morning. Giovanni instead, goes home, throws couple of pizzas into the microwave, opens a beer can and feels very happy after noticing that his favourite soccer game is still on. An innocent voice in his brain is hinting him that something with a greater meaning happened just before in his car but he thinks to be quite sure that he could not never understand it and decides not to think about it.

The following day, Katie calls to all her closest friends and they will talked about what happened the night before. They will analyze together all the painful details repeating “What did I say” “Men are dogs” “How did he look when he said that” “Men” and they will go on and on about it. For days. For weeks. For months. Until they will get annoyed and find a new topic. They will never resolve a thing that has something to do with men. They just know that they are dogs. Amen.

Couple of weeks after, Giovanni instead asks from his friend Alex (who also knows Katie), while they are playing with a one of those electronic equipments they own, has Katie never had a horse.

No horse. No knight.

And this is what all the little girls are made of.