Nowadays, what would probably happen is the boy would get home, log in to Facebook, change his status to make us FBO ("facebook official"). We'd have chats online and via BBM or Whatsapp, send each other silly emoticons of hugs and such, and make plans to meet up. However, this was back in the pre-Facebook, pre-cellphone dark days. When using the landline at home meant a new, strange number would show up on your parent's itemised phone bill and result in questions you weren't ready to answer. This boy and I also had two additional things working against us - he was a year younger than me and as such, at a different school, and he lived in the town next door to mine. Less than 10km separated us, but at 12 years of age, it felt as though he may as well have lived in Switzerland.
In the time that we "dated" (give or take 3 months), I saw this kid ONCE people! I went to watch movies at a girl friend's house in the town next door to mine (conveniently, the same town where this boy lived) and surprise, surprise he was there. I am not sure how this was even arranged, I guess my friend must've known him from her last school and called him up on his folks' phone and invited him. We held hands, and hardly spoke.
I remember asking him why he didn't ask me out in person (the over-analysing boys motives started so young).
I think I declined to kiss him (I was such a prude, and also probably thought I would see him again soon so I shouldn't put-out on our first "date").
|weren't these just THE worst to try and re-fold! #fail|
And that is the story about how I broke up with someone on a public payphone, using my best friend as an intermediary. I don't think I actually ever broke up with anyone myself, in person, until I was at least 16!
Yours in always getting someone else to do your dirty work, x Precious