Imagine my surprise, then, when I came back from a three-week vacation out of the country with no cell service or Internet and found out through one of my best friends that the straightedge boyfriend I left behind was long gone. I got physically ill when I heard that news, and night after night we fought until he finally broke up with me.
Up until I heard all this, I never really had an opinion on the topic.
His constant rants and the knowledge that he would break up with me if I ever smoked really formed my opinion, though, so somewhere along the way, I really, truly hated the idea of anyone I knew smoking.
(I’ve been trying to work on that particular character flaw, but it’s difficult.) So, when I found myself IM-ing Tom for literally four or five hours every night, talking about anything and everything, I thought I’d struck gold. really all you could ask for in a high school boyfriend.
The problem was that we were both incredibly awkward and comically inept at conversing with the opposite gender, so I essentially had a major crush on a guy I’d never said more than ten words to in person.
Let me start off by saying that this is really hard for me to write.