Dear Girls (and the Girls-at-heart *wink*),
First of all, let me set the record straight: On behalf of my mom, I am still a no-boyfriend-since-birth, 21-year-old virgin.
It might seem that life isn’t fair. I mean, I guess I’m pretty enough, I got an ample bosom (!), and my personality, although not ostentatiously sparkling, can be bubbly. I am likeable, I am smart. I have great parents — being the only daughter, they have raised me well enough to give me the sense of discipline, and I am sure they have my best interests at heart. I have a wonderful circle of friends, who gives me joy and encouragement because I can get a little clumsy and hysteric sometimes. The people that I have come across with have taught me little by little how I should value myself while looking out for others. I am proud of what I have accomplished so far, and I am still retracing from all the missteps I’ve took. Overall, life has been good to me.
Except for boys. And love.
I can never get myself any closer to the opposite gender. Although I do have (a handful of) male friends I know I can count on, it just doesn’t get any more platonic than that. Maybe it’s the fact that I’m shy and that I haven’t exactly been exposed to boys in my early years that account for my present aloofness to men. Even with all the movies I’ve watched and the magazines I’ve read, I still don’t know how to flirt. I communicate with them on a purely ‘professional’ level (schoolwork and stuff), sometimes personal and friendly — but not to the point of “The Moment of Truth” interrogations. (That would seriously freak me out.) Since I had my first crush in Grade One, everything else that followed are simply intangible infatuations. I have never crossed the river of serenades and dates, and chocolates and teddy bears. Why can’t my status in Friendster be “In a relationship” or the intriguingly neurotic “It’s complicated” — always the plain and boring “Single”? Maybe I give that snooty, bookish aura that turns boys off. Or maybe I am too chubby, and we know how boys fall for the model-like waifs. (But I was voted “#1 Best Mother Potential” on Facebookâs Compare People application!) Am I too silly to handle romance?
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