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A HARD THING: LOVING GIRLS.

Hello, I’m Bob, 16 years old, very attractive to girls, easy going with strangers, good marks at school, rich parents, and so on. So maybe I seem to be a very happy boy with very sexy girlfriends. And, I háve very sexy girly friends, but not how I really wanted to have them…

Last summer we rent a trailer, to travel around in Montreal, Boston, Hartford, New York and Philadelphia. The sun was shining very fiercely, the weather was nice. We stayed approximately three days long on a camp ground. If we didn’t like the place, we left earlier, and if we did like the place we stayed a bit longer.
The third camp ground we were going to was very luxurious. There was a huge swimming pool, tennis court, a playground, and a soccer field.
At the same time we arrived, I got in to the swimming pool with a girl (I met at the camp ground that day) called Ann. She was very nice to me, we talked a lot, and it seemed I really knew her already. We lay in the sun, and spended the whole day together while my parents were putting my tent up.
Then a friend of her, called Rose, came with 3 boys. Ann and Rose knew them already because they met before at the camp ground.
They were very nice to me and one of them was, Rose’s boyfriend, called Jack. And I think another one of them, Tom, had an eye on Ann. Then there was the third boy, called Jamie who seemed to be a distant boy. I spoke him and he seemed very pleasant to me. We made an appointment to be at the pool the next day, same time, same people.
The whole next day Ann was very close with Tom, and I didn’t know if I liked it or not because I liked Ann much more than other girls, you know. Jamie and I got bored between the 4 flirting people, so we went to the soccer field and talked about, you know, boys stuff. Because my parents did not like the surroundings of the camp ground we left earlier, and I gave Ann and Jamie my address, and they gave me theirs.
As soon as my parents and I came home, I checked all the letters and news papers to see if I got some post. There were 3 picture postcards. One of my best friend Haylor, saying hello and “It’s lovely here, don’t wanna come back home, nice friends” and so on, one from Ann and one from Jamie. Ann’s postcard said she really liked spending time with me, and wanted to meet eachother again another time, and that she had fallen in love with Tom.
“BY THE WAY SHE HAD FALLEN IN LOVE WITH HIM”?! That stupid idiot? I thought she deserved better and Tom was ugly and did absolutely not know how to deal with girls who like you. I dropped the postcard in the garbage can and I run to above, slammed my door and sat on my sofa. Why don’t any girl I like see that I really, really like her?! Then I read Jamies postcard and I suddenly was much happier after I did read that. He said it was nice to know me, and he really wanted to see me again, so asked me if we would please meet him again soon. With a picture of him in it and the question if I wanted to write him back with a picture of mine please, because he liked seeing my face...
I totally agreed with that. We met each other again at his home. It was nice. But not only nice, it was also very strange. Because, finally there was somebody in this world who felt in love with me too. Though it was not a girl, it was a very, very hansom boy. Now I know I don’t feel anything for girls, but there are just my friends, and that is why a girl never observed I liked her. Because I did not fall in love with any girls, but just really, really liked them.