Girls these days have no flippin’ idea what it was like growing up in the 1990s. We didn’t have texting, or email for that matter. We were forced to talk to people either in person, on the phone or by way of a folded-up piece of paper that looked like a triangle.
It’s too bad that many of today’s teenagers rely only on texting or Facebook; because my love story is found between blurred lines and pages of a diary. And, when I die, my kids will be able to read and understand what I went through to get a single date from their dad.