girlfriend

Girlfriend

Yes, I have one. At long last.

I have a girlfriend.

It's like mission: accomplished. It's been my life's mission to find a

girlfriend. I know that finding the one at my age is highly

improbable. But I've thought about the criteria for the one more than

I've thought about how incredibly na�ve it is to think about it

constantly. Because I've thought about it so much, I won't be making

rash decisions like getting a girlfriend at the volatile age of 17. Of

course not. Unless... I was absolutely sure.

I was sure.

So that was how I got a girlfriend. I was sure and made up my logical

mind. It may end with a heart-shattering breakup like virtually all

teen relationships, but hey, I don't care. I just don't want to be

called gay. Or, God forbid, be left behind in the rat race not to be

left behind.

All my friends have girlfriends and boyfriends. Imagine the joy I felt

when I changed my marital status on my numerous social networking

accounts from "single, and desperately looking" to "taken, so sorry".

Then it hit me. It wasn't enough. I want the whole wide world to know

I've found the one. Since I'm not pathetic and single anymore, I

thought I'd make use of my newly refurbished ego. Letting most of my

friends (the people who added me in those social networking sites so

they could look more popular) know that I'd found my other half was...

not enough. My insecure personality gripped me and said I needed to do

more to show my love.

That's why, as some of the more observant might have observed, that my

MSN nickname was recently changed to read: I love you. I've taken the

liberty of surrounding my declaration of love with plenty of happy

emoticons such as tiny yellow flowers and tiny red hearts. I like to

think that they're my feelings put into pictures. They're emoticons,

yes, but aren't they so romantic? My MSN display picture is of the two

of us cuddling like lovebirds for the camera.

And that's why I've decided to dedicate this post to you, my darling.

I want you to know that my self-worth is defined by you and you alone.

You're my everything, my all, my reason for living. Oh, you don't have

to blush. It's okay. I want the world to know that I love you. I'm in

love, so therefore, corny adolescent behaviour like this is perfectly

acceptable.

I wrote a song for you.

I'd play it on the guitar like love-sick Romeo did back in Hamlet, but

I don't know how to play the guitar. I'd love to sing it for you, but

I'm tone deaf. I can play the drums like a train though. When you come

over, remind me to play it for you. The crashing cymbals and rolling

fills describe the tumult of emotion I feel when you're around. I hope

you'd like it.

A picture of us: