I’ll start by saying I’m certainly no expert in love. As I’ve mentioned in previous posts, I don’t date. Quite frankly, I don’t mesh well with high school boys. They call me ‘hypersensitive’ and I call them irritating pricks. I’m not a biyatch-most times, anyway- I just have a tendency to tell you if your annoying me.
Before I go off into a tangent….
Teen love. Does it truly exist? Is love different for adults than it is for us emotional, hormonal teenagers?
You see, we live in this fantasy that one day our night in shining armor will sweep us off our feet and away from our droll lives. We still haven’t faced the reality that someday we might have to be the knight, and someday that knight might be in disguise. We have crushes by the boatload, infatuations, nights were we listen to soulful music and wonder why we are so inadequate as to not have the Disney romance.
My friend Katrina. We met in middle school, at the end of eighth grade. We went to different high schools, because she was a whimsical, free spirit that wanted to become a model or actress. We kept in touch, and I was updated when she went on her first date and got her first kiss from a boy named Doofus. When I met Doofus in person the day her parents were throwing her a surprise party, he seemed…okay. Not funny, witty, attractive, or any adjective to make him very special. But what did I know, right? I didn’t like the guy, and I made that pretty clear.
There relationship sped up…in a certain department. She started doing things she shouldn’t have, and her parents found out. And they called me to try to mediate her, since I’m her ‘level-headed’ friend.
Um, you haven’t seen me when I’m watching Vampire Diaries, there is nothing level-headed about that.
Anyway, she came over and told me how far she’d gone, we discussed it, and she called him while I was there and put him on speaker. The spineless SOB was worried about how his own parents were going to react and kept freaking out and blaming Katrina.
Aw, that’s surely a keeper.
Long story short, he dumped her. She started dating this other guy, Brad. She breaks up with Brad because it ‘wasn’t meant to be’. Admits she still has feelings for Doofus.
So that’s a NO in the Teen Love success rate.
My childhood best friend who I still keep in touch with, Kelly. She’s been dating Paul for almost a year, and she hasn’t gone as far physically in their relationship as Katrina did in three months. He’s in some type of program that trains teens for the military at school (Not boot camp) so he’s a pretty stand-up guy. He takes care of Kelly, and he’s very protective of her. He texts her like, every hour, to check on her and sometimes make sure another guy isn’t wooing her. That’s the only thing that bugs me about him. How easily jealous he gets. But other than that, he’s a good guy.
That’s a high-five for teen love!
My friend Dana. Dana and I have had…issues in the past. Our personalities severely crash. She’s a rule-follower, letter or the law type of girl, and I live by the philosophy ‘Viva La Vida, baby!’ . Amusingly enough, she decided she didn’t want AP or Honors classes because they were taking over her life while I kept them. So why isn’t she willing to live that life to the fullest?
That’s a different rant.
Anyhow, Dana went out with this boy, George, but she broke up with him. At my house. During my sleepover. Over the phone. Apparently, there was no spark and he annoyed her. I discovered he was bisexual later, but she didn’t really believe me. So her first dating experience as a flop, to say the least.
Dana’s reserved, serious, and intellectual. She’s into art, graphic design, and she’s a math whiz. So no, she’s not much of a romantic. We’ve had endless conversations about when she got a boyfriend, and now she finally has a crush.
I’m still waiting on how that’s going to turn out, because while I don’t know the guy personally, Facebook pretty much revealed that he’s popular, out-going, party-loving…pretty much the polar opposite of Dana. That’s not to say Dana isn’t fun or doesn’t like to have fun. But there are different brands of fun.
So I’m still waiting to see how that turns out. Lemme know if you guys want me to post about it once something happens or not.
We’re all going to find love someday, in some form. I’m a romantic, okay? I want to be swept off my feet, find a guy who can handle my many ‘quirks’ and be my shoulder to lean on. He doesn’t have to look like Alex Pettyfer or Ian Somerhalder. He just has to capture me. It should be the same for every girl, but I don’t know if that’s the case. Quite frankly, good looks don’t last. I care more if he can make me laugh ten years from now than if he has a six-pack.
But I don’t think my knight is going to be riding in until college, thankfully. For me, once I make an emotional connection with a guy-that’s it. As I mentioned, most boys annoy , or I’m indifferent to them. So here’s hoping that that won’t always be the case.
What do you guys think? Is Teen Love Fact or Fiction? Got any advice for my friends up there?
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