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I left the high school I was going to in Virginia and now I’m
back in Wisconsin for the summer. One day recently I went over to my
Ex-boyfriend’s house to check my E-mails. His name is Dan. My Step-Dad banned
from using the Internet for a week. I saw there were 2 emails from Dan. They were both asking me out! I didn't t know
what to say and I haven’t talked to him since. Meanwhile Josh keeps calling me.
Today I realized I need some space from him. He is constantly emailing me. He
is starting to smother me with attention. He says he doesn't rate girls on how
pretty they are. He goes on eyes and smile. What does that mean? That I’m not
pretty? People say that I’m pretty, but that comment did not make me feel
pretty. In fact, he has never really told me that I look that good. He told me
once that he thought I was cute. I’m so sick of him. The more I think about I want
to run into Dan. Josh wants to meet me in Chicago when he comes up from
Virginia. I’m having second thoughts about seeing him. I just want us to be
friends. I should have told him before. For a while I was starting to like him.
And I even thought I would like to go out with him. Everyone says, “He’s 20,
and you are only 15!” At first I liked the attention and now I’m not so sure.
People are right. We are so different in age. He seems sweet, but having him as
my boyfriend would be a big leap. I have no idea what I got myself into. I definitely
would not want people to judge me for dating a 20 year old. It’s just too much.
I’m getting less confused by the minute. I can’t wait till I can write Josh an
email. Maybe I will just use my Mom as an excuse as to why I can’t date him.
Sometimes I wish there was a little button you could push that would tell you
the answer to all your questions and help you make the right decision.
Sometimes I wish God didn't give us so much freedom with our choices. I think
we would have less complicated problems. Well at least things would be
different. All I can say is I could use
some help on what to do about Josh.
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