Dating a girl who never had a boyfriend
This was my golden age; before my boobs grew over night, way before I developed a strong acne game and crucially, before carbs found me. Sadly, we hit the inevitable three-month itch (seven years in school relationship terms) when a rumour reached me that Dan was planning on dumping me on Valentine’s Day. Only the night before he’d sent me a heart pattern made of kisses on my Nokia 3310!
I wouldn’t know what to do or how to be and I’d worry that I’d be doing it all wrong.
Other girls boyfriends, for example (though I’d never actively pursue them), or obsessing over guys that live too far away to ever make a relationship a viable prospect, even though I know that if they lived just down the road I wouldn’t have given them a second thought.
Some people get a sense of security from being in a relationship, mine comes from liking someone and knowing nothing could ever come of it.
This fear of the unfamiliar means I’ve found a way to end every teeny weeny chance of the beginnings of a relationship.
For starters, I’ve become obsessed with wanting what I can’t have.