People say high school years are the best years of our lives. I say whoever said that must have been smoking something. Really, the worst part isn't school or peer pressure. It's dealing with boys.
I am possibly the world's biggest idiot when it comes to boys. I refer to my love life as "The Most Complicated Love Life That Doesn't Exist." I got my obliviousness from my father. My mother asked my father to go to the movies every day for two months until my father caught on that he was in a relationship. I must have heard this story a million times. I always shook my head and wondered how my bright father could possibly be so stupid.
Here's the problem, though. When I was little, the only dating I ever saw was on television, and let's face it, television isn't exactly real life. No one randomly walks up and kisses someone, although that would make it easier – or possibly harder. It depends on who's kissing who.
So, last year, I had a huge crush on a guy. He asked me to go to a track meet with him to get extra credit in Chemistry. (What was I thinking? This boy didn't care about Chemistry! He was failing Chemistry - and everything else. He wasn't my best pick.) Anyway, I invited someone else to come. The look of horror on his face when I showed up with another girl…it still haunts me.
The next day, he asked me out again. It was pretty clear: "Do you want to go to the jazz festival with me?" Yep, pretty clear. Not for me, though. I rejected him again without realizing it.
I did finally figure it out. I asked him out twice. He couldn't come the first time, and the other time I was literally about to walk out the door when my friend called asking to cover work. I hate being a good friend. He asked me once more, but again, I didn't realize he was trying to ask me. Finally, I gave up.
Junior year, New Year, same mistakes. I liked a new guy. I don't want to give too much away, considering he knows I write online. He knows pretty much everything, well, besides the fact that I like him. I did everything to please him. I called him for the "homework assignment" (please, I have a planner and a best friend in the next period) and I went to his sports games. I love reading body language (my secret hobby) and he had all the signs - hands on hips, wide eyes and pupils, raised eyebrows, everything.