(At this time, I’m a sophomore in high-school, 15 years old. I run a club at my school, and in order to text the other members important information or reminders when meetings are, I have everyone’s phone number. Considering we’re all friends, classmates, and have known each other for a long time, this is not an issue. One day, I receive a text from one of the boys in the club who I don’t know very well. He asks me a question, and from there we get to texting. School ends and it’s summer break, and he starts texting me single everyday. At this point, we’ve known each other in-person and on text for about three months. Being young, I don’t at first understand the implications behind his texts, until he comes out and says it.)
Him: So, what are you up to?
Me: Just hanging out, I guess. What about you?
Him: I think I’m going to take a walk later tonight, at midnight.
Me: That’s cool. Stay safe!
Him: Listen, so we’ve been texting for a while now. I’m just going to come out and say it.
Me: What’s up?
Him: I like you. I like…like you. I’ve liked you for a VERY long time. Every time I take a midnight walk, I think about you. I think you’re so great. Would you go out with me?
(This is FIRST time in my entire life I have ever been asked out by a boy. I’m utterly flabbergasted, and I say yes to a date almost immediately. The way it works in my school – I don’t know who started the tradition, but it’s been this way forever – is that on your first date with someone, you make it a “Group Date.” You bring your friends, the other person brings theirs, and the friends hang out while you’re on your date, but close enough to keep an eye on you in case of an emergency. I get my two friends, he gets one friend, and we decide to go to the movies.)
Me: *having reached the theater with my friends* Oh, they’re not here yet! Let me text him.
Him: We’re gonna be late. Would you be able to buy the tickets and popcorn?
Me: Sure! See you soon.
(They arrive, and we go right into the theater. I trail behind, holding the popcorn, and he walks ahead. I watch him go to sit next to his friend, who glares at him, and then he moves over to actually sit next to me. I chalk this up to nerves, and we watch the movie. Afterward:)
Him: *to my friends* So what did you think? Did you like it?
My Friends: Yeah, it was good. *They move away to give us some privacy.
Me: So…
Him: *Follows my friends to the other side of the movie theater, still talking to them. I am left alone*
(Later, we find out he and his friend don’t have a ride back home, so we offer to drop them off. In the car, he sits next to me…and then turns around and talks to my friends the entire time.)
Me: *Ten minutes after we reach home* I…did not like that.
(My phone text message alert goes off)
Him: That was the greatest date I’ve ever been on! I was wondering…would you be my girlfriend?
Me: Uhhhh…..
(Later on, I write out a heartfelt “break up” text, apologizing for having to text him since we were both too young to have cars and couldn’t meet up again, but explaining that while I liked and admired him, I just didn’t feel a spark and didn’t want to pursue a relationship. He at first accepts it, then at 2 am I receive a string of texts. Please keep in mind, we’re 15, and he’s known me for three months max.)
Him: Listen, I understand where you’re coming from, but I really think that you and I are meant to be. Maybe I watch too many movies, but from the moment I met you, I fell in love with you. I think you’re my soulmate, and I don’t want to let that go.
(The next day, I told many things, but the only thing that got him to let go and respect my wishes was that my parents wouldn’t let me date anyone until I moved out of their house, which wasn’t happening anytime soon (and also a lie). After that, he continued to text me, EVERY DAY, until I eventually told him I was indefinitely losing my phone because I was grounded (also a lie). It was a rough first-time, and it wasn’t even a real date. I’m a little nervous about what a real relationship will be like.)