What happens when a tomboy grows up?

Contrary to popular belief, noo.. she does not turn into a lesbian. At least not all do.

I would never have described myself as a tomboy, but since most (if not ALL of my high-school chums) have taken to remembering me as one, I guess I'll have to concede and say 'yeah'. I was a bit of a tomboy.

I don't know how I became one.. maybe it was the fact that I grew up with two rambunctious brothers and a large troupe of male cousins. Maybe not.
Perhaps it was my natural aversion against all things I considered "feminine & girly" [Like Barbies, pink satin ribbons, makeup and lace hankies...eechh!]
Possibly it was just my tendency to prefer climbing trees, racing bikes, jumping, sliding - all things which girls are just NOT supposed to do.
[Nice girls always keeps their legs together... Quite a feat when you're trying to beat the record for the longest jump at the sandpit...]


Yup, that's me... T-shirt & Jeans kinda girl. My mom gave up trying to dress me in lacey, satin frocks...


Whatever it was - I found myself hailed as a bona fide tomboy by the time I reached the dreaded teenage years. While the girls were pining and yearning for the 'boys from Victoria Institution' or the attention of the 'drum major of the St.Johns Institution' - I found myself competing with the same guys in sports and drama competitions. It didn't help that these boys treated me just like 'one of the guys'. Which thus rendered me as the 'designated lurrve intermediary'.
Not that I minded, as my parents were very much clear on their stand against'teenage puppy love'. Furthermore, at the time, I had also still been quite flabbergasted at the fact that my friends found those stinky-nose-picking guys attractive.

So I sailed through hormone-ridden high school without heart-break. And I think I heard my parents breathe a blissful sigh of relief.

Then I started life in university.

For the 1st time in my life, I had to share classes with boys - oops, sorry, I mean men. And it was wayyy more competitive in the academic arena that it was in the sports arena during high-school. For once, I saw boys as not just stinky-nose-picking guys who should be defeated & humiliated (yes, I was a sadistic little girl) but as charming young men with brilliant minds..

And I fell for the charms of the most brilliant one of them all :)

So to cut a long story short, the short-haired, tree-climbing, high-jumping tomboy embarked on an ooey-gooey romance with a young man who turned her into a bona fide young lady.

And once again, I hear my parents breathe a blissful sigh of relief...