You’re reading this probably because your mom asked you to. She means well, I promise (in about 10 years you will be like, “Ok, she was right.”)
Or you’re thinking, “Who is this chick and why would I ever talk to her?”
Either way I like your style.
For now, let’s just get down to it.
I promise this won’t be a drag. I promise, promise, promise.
I know this because I see a lot of girls every day and even if they start with their guard completely up, once they realize that I’m not here to freak out, or tattle, or go on and on about what to do and what not to do; they relax.
And that’s when we really start.
You may be thinking that you don’t have anything to talk about, or nothing is wrong, or why does your mom think this is a good idea.
But I know that’s a lie because you’re either almost in or you are in middle or high school AND you are growing up. And nobody–not when I was your age, not now–escapes unscathed.
Because being in school and growing up can be brutal.
And then it’s not.
And then something happens and it is again.
- Maybe your parents got divorced.
- Or the guy you thought would never let you down, did.
- Or you are adjusting to a new school and trying to make new friends.
- Or the hobby you spent so much time on growing up suddenly lost its luster.
- Or the stress of school is at an all time freakish high.
- Or you’re feeling like you don’t measure up to the bodies you’re seeing on TV.
- Or one misstep turned into complete social sabotage and you have no idea how to get back in with your friends.
- Or even hearing the word ‘college’ gives you a headache because of all the possibilities…or the lack of possibilities.
- Or you have no clue who you are when it comes to drugs or alcohol or sex.
- And let’s not mention the other things, the things that your parents are afraid to even say.
But whatever it is, sometimes all you need is someone to talk to. Someone who is not your mom or your teacher. Someone who’s been there, done that, and isn’t going to judge, or tattle, or freak out.
And that’s kinda it. That’s what I’m about. So when your mom suggests us getting together, just go with it. Once. That’s all you have to give me: one shot.
At the very least it gets Mom off your back for an afternoon, and if I remember correctly, that’s a pretty big win.
Can’t wait to meet you! See ya online!