I don’t get hit on a lot. Especially not by guys my own age. I’ve gotten used to it, but it’s still a little saddening when these guys are all over my friends and I’m kind of just sitting there like..”am I really that unattractive?”
that being said, I don’t think I’m particularly unattractive. I’m not sexy, I’m no glamour girl, but I do alright. I don’t get hit on by boys, but men notice me a lot. Like men in their twenty’s. It’s flattering, but it’s never been exciting until now. Until this year when I know I’m turning 18 and going to college where I’ll meet men that appreciate my body- the body of a woman. Not to say I’m going to be an 18 year old dating a 27 year old, but up to 23 isn’t that bad. For instance, today at the gas station:
I went inside to get ice and a gatorade for my mom and this guy, probably around 22, went in also. I noticed him, he was pretty good looking, and I know he noticed me. He got in line first and paid, then I paid for the stuff along with gas. I walk outside past him (he was putting gas in his car too) and he says, “Can I get some of that ice?” with a big smile. I laughed and said it was for my mom. I start to put gas in my car and I pull out my phone to reply to a text and he calls out “you know, you can put my number in there!” and I smile and turn, knowing full well he wasn’t going to like what I was about to say. “That depends on how old you are” I said. “How old do I need to be?” then, the part I hate..
"well, I’m 17."
All smiles, it was a pleasant exchange but I hate having to reveal that I’m still, essentially, a child. Despite this, it made me happy. I wasn’t wearing any eyeliner, and only very light makeup. It doesn’t happen too much, but when it does, it reminds me that there are people out there that find me attractive. It restores hope that high school destroyed.
Darn these high school boys and their desire for girls with flat chests and the bodies of 12 year old boys. Even though the guys at my school don’t take to me for whatever reason, I’m confident that someone will. I’ve got assets that I know how to flaunt without being trashy. I’ve got class and I wouldn’t trade any of it in for the attention of horny high school boys.
At least that’s how I feel right now.