Status: Just read it. I promise it's decent.
Seventeen.
Preface
I was raised on romantic comedies and Disney Channel sit-coms - the kind where the protagonist doesn't have very many friends, and the mean girl singles her out, and the school heartthrob couldn't tell her from a can of paint, but where in the end, Lizzie realizes she loves Gordo, or Meg Ryan kisses Tom Hanks, or Molly Ringwald just wins at life.
A hopeless romantic, I always figured by seventeen everything would have fallen into place. I couldn't have been further from the truth. No number of romantic comedies could have possibly prepared me for this. Between all the girls slow dancing and kissing in front of fireworks on the Empire State Building, I couldn't have known what my life was about to become.
A hopeless romantic, I always figured by seventeen everything would have fallen into place. I couldn't have been further from the truth. No number of romantic comedies could have possibly prepared me for this. Between all the girls slow dancing and kissing in front of fireworks on the Empire State Building, I couldn't have known what my life was about to become.