Sometimes the acronym "YOLO" has some sort of truth to
it. You only live once, make the most out what life gives
you. This applies especially to relationships. Meeting that
perfect girl will come naturally. There's no way to force
it, it happens spontaneously. No, that's not the hard part.
The hard part is not letting that girl slip away from you,
especially to someone else.
"Have fun!" said my parents. "Go make some friends."
They were directing these words of encouragement
towards me, a single 15-year-old on a cruise ship full of
cute girls. Sounds like heaven? Well, for every girl, there are always one or two douchebags who are ready to just pounce on her if they get even the slightest chance. This is why being a nice guy sucks.
The sun was fading below the horizon and nighttime
overtook the sky around us. My brother and I walked down
the cold and windy upper deck of the Norwegian Epic,
looking for some way to pass the time.
"Hey!" said a random teenager. "Are you between 13-
17?"
"Yeah?" I said, unsure of what to expect.
"How about you have your parent sign you up for the
Teen Club?" he said.
"Well, he's not really my parent..." I began, taking a
sip of my drink.
"Just have him sign you up anyway, mention that you
were sent by Team Jersey!" he said, walking away.
"Let's go!" said my brother, enthusiastically wanting
to get rid of me.
Socializing is a trait of mine that could've used some
improvement before that vacation. We walked up the pink
illuminated steps and were met by the blaring sound of
Nicki Minaj blasting on the speakers.
"Are you here to sign up?" asked a woman, with her
nametag saying Jersey.
"Yep, something about Team Jersey?" I said.
"Awesome! Another three points for us!" she said
excitedly.
I let my brother deal with the formalities while I
took a deep breath and took a look around. Everyone already
seemed to be settled into their cliques.
"I'm not going to be able to fit in," I told myself.
When my brother finished signing me up, I made my way back
downstairs, eager to leave. As I touched the deck with my
foot, I bumped into someone. It was a cute blonde girl,
around my age, wearing a sweater and red short shorts.
"Hey! How old are y-" she asked.
"I'm part of team Jersey already," I interrupted,
