On my way back into the 'burbs, I thought back to the beginning of his dating life. He connected with his first girlie in his junior year of high school. Through the wonders of the Interwebs, I learned some things about the girl the average mother would probably not appreciate but, since Balthy liked her, I was prepared to as well, until she gave me reason not to. Happily, she never did, though Balthazar wound up freaking me out in a pretty major way.
About four months later, they broke up. A few months after that, Balthy & I watched Jeopardy and to the answer, "A favorite pass-time of girls," he proposed, "What is "Breaking Men's Hearts?'" Knowing that he'd broken up with her, I wondered at the bitterness, but I suppose that's par for the course of teen angst.
The last bit of romance theory I picked up from him came two years later, around senior prom time, when Balthy explained to me that more guys than girls went with folks they didn't know, so long as the gals were "hot." I rolled my eyes at that, then asked if a hot chick was worth the trouble if she were a tad bit insane (as was the case with a neighbor of ours and his girlfriend). He knew exactly whom I referenced and clarified with the pithy phrase, "Mom, girls are crazy and guys are dumb. It's just the way of the world." At which the words of actor Jeremy Northam, as Mr. Knightley in the movie Emma, sprang to my lips, "Men of sense, whatever you may choose to say, do not want silly wives." "No, not silly," he agreed, "but crazy's ok, if they're hot." Aghast, I said, "But why???" "Like I said, Mom: guys are dumb."
Gentlemen of the blogosphere: are you in agreement?