The first time I met Charlie Monroe he offered to buy me a bag of peach rings. Well, that’s not entirely true. It’s more like I blackmailed him into buying me peach rings.
I’ve always wanted to be a part of a teen coming of age movie. The high school drama, parties, makeovers, the relatable teen angst, romantic gestures that are a little too grand to be believably conceived by a 16-year-old boy. The main factor stopping my high school experience from becoming one straight from a classic 80s or 90s teenage flick was the love interest. All my favorite films had them — The Breakfast Club, 10 Things I Hate About You, Clueless, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. And honestly, I had no interest in meeting someone to fulfill that role. Romantic love has always played an extremely minimal role in my life, so much so that for most of my life I truly believed that I was just unable to feel it. But recently, something changed this for me. This is how I learned to feel.