When I was a teenager, I read in a nondescript article these words, “Here is some sage advice for you youth girls: Never assume a guy is interested unless he asks you.”
I believe it was written by someone who’d gotten burned. And I took it to heart.
That was a mistake.
The philosophy protected me fairly nicely—I had a broken heart about 20 times, of the kind that generally recovered within the month. But it had a foolish and lasting underside: the naiveté that willfully ignored unmistakable cues, leaving my heart intact-if-slightly-patchy, but his deeply torn—the best boy-friendship of my teenage years gone beyond recovery.
I don’t know why I must say this now, except that some sins take ten years to catch up with you.
Here is some sage advice for you youth girls—perhaps nearly as helpful as the original if not half so sage: