Back in the day, at a dance party in my middle school’s gym, a ray of light shined into my dark pubescent heart: the class clown asked me to slow dance. It was an unexpected surprise, as I usually went to school socials just so I could eat lots of M&M’s and Doritos. But a mouthful of Brian was even better than junk food. We goofed around, got in trouble with the teachers for dancing too close, and made out in an empty girls’ bathroom. It was one H-O-T Friday night! When Monday rolled around, I had my friend French braid my hair in PE, I put on some lip gloss, and then I bravely went up to my new boyfriend during lunch. But he pretended he didn’t know why I was even talking to him and made fun of me in front of his friends. WTF?! I was crushed. It’s easy to blame that kind of manipulation on adolescent immaturity. But now we have quite a woman to console — Cameron Diaz. Keep reading »
