Growing into smart.

In my teens it was unpopular to be the smart girl. Boys wanted pretty and flirty. Smart to them was climbing through bedroom windows.

In my twenties smart was OK but still not the "it" thing with the guys. Guys liked catching pretty more than they liked chasing smart. Oh well all was forgiven because at least most guys left the windows alone and started using the front door. Nothing sweeter than hearing the chiming of the door bell ring.

In my thirties, guys were attracted to smart ladies but not the "know it all" types. Smart girls were allowed to be "smart" but not too "smart". No problem, because we could be too sweet, too giving, too loose, too available, too "anything" but never ever too all-knowing.  

In my forties, smart pays bills, opens doors, solves real problems. Smart own their houses with lots of doors, lots of windows and the most beautiful sounding chimes.

Now men will invite smart in leaving pretty on the porch. Trouble is by now the smart girls have grown up and moved on to marry very smart boys.

In his fifties, he has met and married two maybe three really pretty ladies. His new pretty can be found gazing out their window looking straight through him sitting on the porch.

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