Why do boys pull girls hair?

"I have this crazy theory: boys too timid to talk to girls so they resort to an ancient behavior called pulling girls hair to catch the girls attention".

What I am imagining with the above theory, is that a stone-age male holding a spear in his left hand while his right hand is pulling a female hair to bring her to the cave for mating. Yeah, my vision is too bizarre. Please don't hate me for this thought but you can dislike my absurd imagination!

As we walk out of the library. We were surprised to see one of our classmates name Rick block our way and suddenly pulled Victoria's ponytail. Victoria scream with pain and shouted at Rick, what the hell! That move hurts my scalp! Then Rick snickers naughtily and runs. Victoria was so outrage and run after Rick but he runs faster and Victoria a petite girl can't catch up with him so she throws the stack of printed paper she was holding and hit Rick. He looks at her and smirks happily and continues running so fast.

The dumbfounded us try to catch up with Victoria and breathlessly I questioned what just happen? Angel was laughing and seems to be running out of breath as well and replied to me. We just witness the old tradition of boys who wants a girl's attention by pulling her ponytail. Do you mean that kind of thing is still being done by boys until now? I clamored. Angel blurted out, looks like some fathers still fail to educate their sons how to properly talk to a girl and get her attention. You mean that kind of behavior is all to get Victoria's attention. That is so ridiculous and I laugh. Mardin you will never believe this but my dad told me about this before. My dad said to me, son if you like some girls don't try to get her attention by pulling her hair or hurting her. That kind of manner does not work and only makes the girl angry. I learned this truth from your mother. Your mom told me that the best way to approach the girl and to greet her and say hi and be confident about it. If you're too shy to talk to the girl practice in the mirror until you become confident. Wow, Angel your dad still dreams you're a real boy I jest and laugh loudly. Angel stared at me with irritation and told me, What do you expect I did not come out from the closet yet! Only my best chum knows the real me!

Victoria interrupted us and muttered. If I catch on Rick gonna beat him harshly. I told Victoria I think Rick likes you but is too timid to talk to you. Yeah right, it's a very moronic and terrible way to express his afîfection to me, Victoria told us. It is absurd that in this modern times, some boys are having a hard time communicating their admiration to a girl. It's funny if you think it over. Boys still rely on this stupid and uncivil old method that is not proven to work at all and then I laugh. Victoria and Angel look at me with a silly glint in their eyes then chuckled loudly with me.

We take the common public transport to Marjorie's house called tricycle. It's an electric bike with a sidecar. No one drives gasoline or diesel cars on the island. The mayor prohibited the use of any carbon-emitting mode of transportation.

Marjorie lives on the other side of the island. That is why we didn't walk to her house. This side of the island is where resorts, hotels, entertainment, groceries, supermarkets are. different offices are located. The population of the island is made of 60 percent local and 40 percent ex-pat.

After a twenty minutes ride with no traffic, we arrived at the southern part of the island or commonly known as the modern side of Isla de Blanca. The isle was given its name because of its famous white powdery sand. We arrived at the main gate of the subdivision called Afflluentville. The guards know us already and our face is our identification. This is a place where most rich people live.

As we stroll through this area. We enjoy looking at this big mansion with vast manicured expensive-looking lawns. After 10 minutes hike, we saw Marjorie's house. It's a maroon red brick house with a beautiful garden and this garden was divided in the middle by a very long walkway made of red bricks. On each side, you can see different kinds of ornamental plants and flowers. In the middle of the yard on the rights side. I saw a white garden table and chairs with a big umbrella placed in the middle of the table. On the left side, a white gazebo was built.

We follow the pathway and ring the doorbell. An older woman opens the door and introduces herself as Linda the housekeeper. She told us to go straight to Marjorie's room as she was earlier instructed by Marjorie that any person who is in the picture place inside her room who came for a visit should be directed to Marjorie's bedroom ASAP.