This caused me to reflect. Something I usually do with pleasure as I enjoyed so much of my life, especially high school. I am one of the few people I know who would do high school over again and not change a thing. Or at least I thought this was the case....until...upon my reflection....I discovered my weakness....I was boy crazy!!
I had the same boyfriend for most of high school and up until I was 23. So that wasn't necessarily the problem. The problem was I was allowed to start dating him when I was a mere fifteen years old. Let me just say....I was a mature fifteen. But in my newly formed, thirty six year old opinion, mature enough to wear makeup and stay up until midnight on a school night. Not mature enough to be alone....anywhere....with a boy. What were my parents thinking? Under no circumstances would I let me date at fifteen. My father followed me around making sure I wasn't doing anything bad my whole life up until this point and then, when I needed to be found out, he stopped! At fourteen, out at the Nectarine ball room with six of my little friends just dancing and singing he shows up and drags me home screaming and crying but at fifteen alone....with a boy....he's no where to be found! Dad dropped the ball.
Needless to say...I would not date if I could go back AND ya know what else? I wouldn't let me have dilusions about some white knight A-hole riding up on his trusty steed to wisk me away into happily ever after! My knight appeared in a black firebird with a blonde streak and a silver tongue. I never stood a chance.
