WHAT KIND OF HIGH SCHOOL DATER WERE YOU???

In preparation for the High School Flashback blog tour, I had to dig out some old (and I mean O-L-D!) high school photos, and in the process I found some other stuff too. Like notes.

NOTE: For those of you younger than 25, back in the day we didn’t have cell phones for texting or MySpace to IMing, so we had to handwrite notes and pass them during—and between—classes. I know, right???

And I had a big box full of these windows to the past, notes I’d collected from my friends. Some were back-and-forth notes, with messages written all over the page. It was both fun AND embarrassing to look through them. But I discovered some things about myself as I was reading:

1) I have a short memory. Seriously, I can barely remember most of the things I read about, things which clearly were important enough at the time for me to put them in writing. And then SAVE!

2) I was a little wild. I won’t elaborate too much, let’s just say this may have something to do with why my kids have a hard time getting away with anything. Umm, been there, done that, guys!

3) Did I already mention that I have a short memory?

4) I was a terrible girlfriend. And this is the one I want to talk about. Because not only was I a terrible girlfriend, I almost can’t imagine that there was another girl at my high school who was half as boy-crazy as I was.

Seriously, as I was reading through these notes, it was painfully clear that I. LOVED. EVERYONE. Because here’s the deal: If you’re from the note-writing-era, you probably already know that it was proper note etiquette to end your letters with “so-and-so loves so-and-so” (including the current loves of both the note-writer and the note-receiver). It’s classic Note Writing 101.

And my notes ended with:

Kim loves John…Dave…Brad…Scott…Erik…Tim…

The list goes on and on. For days.

Some of the names I remember…vaguely. But most I really don’t. Who were all these boys? Why did I love them? And how come none of them lasted?

I can answer that last one. I was a serial dater. Not to be confused with easy, mind you, but I was fickle, indecisive. It didn’t take much to catch my attention, but it took even less to lose it. If a guy laughed too loud during lunch, I couldn’t break up fast enough. If he wore the wrong shoes, he was cut from the team. Same jeans two days in a row, I was movin’ on.

I really was THAT shallow. I envied my friends who had long-term boyfriends…you know, the ones that lasted more than a month. And couples that dated an entire school year? That was, like, FOREVER!

In my defense, most of these guys weren’t actual boyfriends, just boys that I “loved” from afar. Too bad I couldn’t see past an untimely zit or some food caught in their braces, because maybe I would’ve been a better girlfriend.

But, then again, I had a LOT of fun!

So now you tell me, what kind of boyfriend/girlfriend were you?