If you are are girl you could most likely agree with me when I say waiting for the right man takes a long time. At least I know it does! Ever since I was five I fantasize about love and finding the perfect boy for me. When reality hit me I just seemed like out of all 3.7 billions men/boys in the world, none were right for me.
In middle school, there were lots of boys that I liked. There was only two problems though, I either liked them for their looks and not there personalities or they didn't like me back. I was quite a shy and nerdy girl. Books were my go-to when I was bored or lonely instead of my phone or iPod. I was judged a lot but I learned to ignore it. Honestly I didn't care what anyone else did or said because I knew I was smart and that's all that mattered to me.
Seventh grade came and I found someone who, not only was kind and smart, but also was in band like me. He wasn't the cutest boy in my school and wasn't stuck up like most of the other boys. He was a percussionist and I was a flutist. I couldn't get him out of my head no matter what I did. Every song, every book, when I ate, I just never stopped thinking of him (not trying to be creepy!)
My friends had tried to get me to talk to him a few times but we were both really shy so it never worked out. One day in band class my teacher told me to go help him move the percussion set. Of course I was excited but also nervous. Victoria (the fifth chair flute) said I was blushing a ton but I just said I was out of breath from playing too much. The thrill of him only lasted for a few more days when we had our concert...
