Boys are like radio stations.

A thought I had the other day on my long commute: boys are like radio stations. Or rather than boys, dating in general. When the announcer says your jam is coming on, but after the commercial break and traffic update. Do you wait? Probably not. You switch stations and find the next best thing on, unless all the other stations are on commercial break at the same time, which is not an implausible discovery. Or maybe the only other song on is the one that makes you cringe. In that case, you would go back to the first station and wait patiently for your favorite song. Or you might find a decent song and forget about the anticipation you had for the first. Or maybe you turn back to it at the last second and only hear the last verse. It's too late, you missed it. It's all a gamble. Love; music. And by you I mean me. Or maybe it's me reading this back in the future, because let's be real, who else reads this? In which case, I do mean you.

What is the point of this? Just to create an extended metaphor, I guess. Welcome to BEDA, day one. I hope there will be many musings and happy thoughts. I was reminded yesterday by a good friend that it takes practice to become a better creative writer. Let's see where the month goes.