The Secret Diary of BWOD, aged 14 and ¾

I suppose I should have seen it coming with Johannes. Mum did, the smug cow. "You'll never last with him, my girl", she said. "Just another bland blonde Danish youth experience student, you'll get bored soon enough, you mark my words."

How wrong she was, I thought, as we danced the night away last autumn, soaring high on a potent cocktail of goals, assists and lofty league positions. Johannes was so charming ... so articulate ... so polite. Could he even be The One? It all felt so right.

And then. Winter. Doubts. Cracks, faultlines. Worst of all, boredom. The charm wasn't charming any more. I'd heard all his lines at least twice. The sparkle had just gone, like that bottle of left over Blue WKD I found in the bushes after the youth club disco. I was sick then, and I felt sick now.

I did try to be nice. "Listen, JHT, you'll find someone who deserves you, I just don't, you're too good for me. It's not you, I just think I need someone ... older." But his little cherub face still crumpled and his shoulders were slumped as he trudged off down the drive, swamped by his huge rucksack covered in coaching badges and European flags.

"Thank goodness for that", said Dad, laconically. "You've been that mardy for the last few months it's been like having Jim in the house. I'll put the kettle on - why don't you log onto Facebook and catch up with some old friends? That'll cheer you up."

Good old Dad. So I did.

And then ... Daniel. It was Daniel. He'd just posted a "Relationship status" update.

"It's complicated".

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My heart just stopped.

Has he finally seen through that slapper Lee D-S and her horrible rich parents? Or will they patch it up? WHAT'S HAPPENING? WHAT SHOULD I DO?

Posted By: Old Git, Apr 28, 15:20:12