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Late Night Coffee Musings #2

I’ve always thought it was weird that people could just fall out of love. That they could share their heart and soul with someone, connect with them, and let them go. Doesn’t it hurt? Doesn’t it feel like a small piece of you leaves with them? I mean, I get it. He’s not the One. He’s not right.

But how do they do it?

Maybe it’s because I’ve never been in love. To be quite honest, I’m terrified of ever falling in love. At least, not any time soon. I’ve barely got a grasp on my sanity-adding the highs and lows of falling for someone would fuck me up in a major way.

I’ve had plenty of crushes though. When I scroll through my phone and see their name, it’s like a movie-reel plays behind my eyes. I’m blushing and giggling (later I want to slap myself), pillow talk at sleepovers with my best friends, the excitement and anticipation, standing in front of my closet and thinking, “I wonder what’ll happen today.” It’s a rush, a rollercoaster that never goes down.

But those are crushes.

I write books, and I’ve been told I simulate love almost flawlessly. The nerves, the anticipation, the butterflies-turned-elephants in the tummy. But my fatal flaw- I can’t quite capture heartbreak. I’ve never felt it. My heart’s bruised, but not from love. So how do I write about something I can hardly imagine?

This leads me to the whole point of this ramble. The intimacy, the romance, the connection-that I can understand. What I can’t is how you move on after you lose it. How you pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and think, “Just another day’s work. There are plenty of fish in the sea.” 

Maybe it’s because I’m still a silly, romantic teenager. Despite the sad reality of life that’s revealed to every day I get older, I still wholeheartedly believe in happy endings. In finding your person and just knowing that this is who you want to be with until your old and gray and senile. This is the person who’ll eat the lettuce off your plate because you hate them, who’ll listen to your rant for hours about a snide coworker (even if you know he’s only listening to about 40%), the person who’ll start a family with you, the person you’ll share a bed with and your heart with.

How do you move on from losing the possibility of that?

I don’t understand.

And I hope I never do.

Teen Love- Fact or Fiction?


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.


Example 1:

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.


Example 2:

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!


Example Three: 

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.


My Opinion:

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? 

Leave a comment!

….And We Have a Winner



Ladies and Gents, 

Tis the season for Homecoming Hormones. Teens, teens everywhere flock to the mating call of corsage’s, couple photos, and a the shopping spree that is bound to ensue. I, being privy to this phenomena in my daily life, have witnessed some very strange things this season that I though I would share with all you amazing people. 

Incident One: The Bathroom Questioner

I was sitting at the lunch tables with my friend’s and Gina spotted a guy wearing a white shirt and holding a (rather drab, if you ask me, but then again it’s rainy today-everything’s drab) bouquet of plastic sunflowers. We watched with surprise as he situated himself outside of the girls bathroom, puppy dog eyes set and lips moving as he likely repeated the words he’d memorized for this event. A stream of girls exited past him, shooting him weird looks. Still no sight of the askee. Five minutes later, one of the girls that had exited returned with a staff member at her side. My friends and I watched, vastly amused, as the boy was scolded and sent on his way. 

I wonder if the girl said yes. His idea of romance was a little skewed. 

Incident Two: The Note

So we all have those guys who opt for cute and sweet instead of heavy and romantic. I was in the class I TA for when my sister handed me a note (if I find it, I’ll post a picture). It read: 

Will you go to Homecoming with me? xoxo

And then scrawled at the bottom:


Incident Three: The Annoying Smart Kid

I’m a nerd. Sweet and simple. But I do endeavor not to be stuck-up. Some people I know don’t have that same mentality, however. 

There’s this one small kid with curly blond hair, block glasses, and the most arrogant voice EVER.  He’s smart and he’s not going to let you forget it. So, when he asked one of my sister’s friend’s to Homecoming by leaving a note on her desk, what do you bloggers think she said?

She let him down gently, though. Something about her Dad’s birthday. The guy probably twisted it to mean that she was so hot for his bod that she couldn’t be around him without wanting to jump his bones-who knows?

Incident Four: The Couple

Ever been with someone who just assumed that you’d go with him to a dance without even bothering to ask you? 

One of my acquaintances is dating this guy- handsome, tall, athletic, and with thick dark hair smoothed back. He’s not bad on the eyes, actually. Sadly, I find him quite irritating. His jokes aren’t in the least bit funny, he’s thinks he’s the hottest thing that’s ever graced the face of the earth, and you shouldn’t be so darn good at that many sports! Plus, I don’t like it when people are taller than me. I’m 5’9” (possibly more, it’s been a year) so tall people make my skin itch. Haha, ironic! Anyway, he’s dating a girl who’s as tall as him (they’re attractive giants). Tayla was dropping a bunch of hints about Homecoming, and they went right over his head! The girl couldn’t be more obvious if she stamped ASK ME TO HOMECOMING YOU BUFFOON on her forehead. 

Finally, she huffed, “Just finish the lab yourself, Tyler,” and stomped off, leaving him utterly bewildered. 



There are a few more in my arsenal, but I’ve gotta keep some of my generations secrets, huh? 😉 

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