"This is the story of a girl
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world.
And while she looks so sad in photographs
I absolutely love her
When she smiles."
Story of a Girl—Three Doors Down ( watch?v=16I43oHV5YI)
Life has never been so boring. I used to believe that a perfect prince looking like Leonardo Dicaprio or Tom Cruise with the personality of an angelic rebel would come swoop me off my feet. But having grown up, I realize that no boys even closely matched even half of my standards.
I'm seventeen years old and I've only had two and a half boyfriends. I scared away my first by typing an email madly and passionately accusing him of cheating on me when I saw a girl commenting on his xanga. The next "half" boyfriend was actually a Brazilian hottie who stole my first—and only—kiss. The other real boyfriend I truly liked, but high school passion is short lasting.
So I'm back to square one. I haven't liked a guy for over two years and no guys have ever confessed to me his feelings within that span of time. My self-esteem was taking a huge dive, taking along with it my belief that a perfect guy would rescue me from all this mess. I no longer felt pretty or witty. In fact I felt like an ugly old dope who's entirely engrossed in self pity. Sure, I had friends, but it's sickening to watch them so happily settled in a relationship.
My current philosophy on boys is that they're all shallow bastards who doesn't deserve any attention from me.
And that's when I met Don.