August 22, 2012

I'm Sick Of These Boys



TRANSCRIPT:
Mary:  Nicole, Hey sweetie, what’s up?  N.M.H.  I can’t believe Pedro hates you!  That is so not right.  What did you ever do to him?  Ummmmm, nothing!  I love Pedro (as a friend) to death, but he has absolutely no right to hate you.  I’m very sorry.  I don’t think you should worry, he’ll get over it.  I promise!  So do you still like Mike?  He’s nice, but he treated you so bad!  I can’t believe he ignored you!  Well I guess all guys suck.  We need to find us some MEN!  I am sick of these boys.  Are you going to the guys’ basketball game?  I am.  Oh, I guess you can’t because you have to play.  Oh well.  Anyways, I just took a science test and I swear I think I failed.  Are you going to the moves on Friday?  I might not, but I probably will.  I really like this guy named Carey who goes to Heritage.  He’s really sweet!  Do you like anyone?  Well I better go.  I hope this whole Pedro thing blows over.  I love you!     Love Forever, Mary.




Boy, that Pedro thing was a big ol’ mess, eh?  What’s worse than going through a breakup?  Try going through a breakup and still hanging out with the same people.  Cross Timbers wasn’t big enough for the both of us, I guess.  'Twas but one of many relationships that showed us ladies just how awful boys at that age are.  I thought getting shoved off the cafeteria seat by Pedro was the low point of my love life.  Then there was college… ALL OF IT.  I’d like to think I put the “fun” in “dysfunctional” during those years.  Guess you can say I’m a “glass half-full” kind of gal.   But I digress.  The great thing about having all these notes is that in the future, when my daughter is boo-hooing her guts out over some silly boy who broke her heart, I can show her documented proof that 1)  Boys are all the same at that age; and 2)  you WILL get over it and forget all about what’s-his-name.  Unless he friends you on Facebook later on in life and you start posting your old notes/FB posts/text messages detailing what a jerk he was.  Then it might get a little awkward.

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