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"I am nineteen and I've never had a real boyfriend. I am pretty sure my mother is waiting for me to tell her that I'm a lesbian or like... a plant. The thing is, I just don't understand why I would date someone simply for the sake of dating. If I don't like them like that then I'm not going to waste their time and mine. I'd rather wait for someone I really want to be with and get those silly butterflies when they call me their girlfriend... not just an "eh so why am I in this relationship again?" feeling. Friday, December 2