Boy Crazy Girls

My niece was telling me of a falling out she had with one of her "friends". Seems that this "friend" was pissed off that the boy she liked didn't return her feelings. Instead he seems to have a thing for my niece A. instead. This "friend", who I will refer to as M., apparently sent A. a nasty note during class. It was a picture of a bottle with the word Poison written on it. Under the little doodle were the words, "Drink this bitch and die."

They are just 13 years old.

In my day, I would have waited for this girl to come outside at recess and I would have beat the crap out of her confronted her. But you have to be more careful in this time of lawsuits.

So, my niece told the principal and the mother's were called, a conference ensued, and M. was grounded. Now they are friends again.

Oh the drama.

I told my niece that this wouldn't be the first time nor the last time she was going to battle with a friend over a boy.

My advice was just not to fret over it. It's inevitable. It's not the end of the world. It's going to happen.

I recalled a story of a similar situation I went through in high school. I began dating a boy that one of my friends, T., liked. I didn't know it at the time. Instead of talking to me about it, she avoided me. I then began receiving prank phone calls on my private line, which thank goodness I had because my father would have killed me. The calls came at all times of the day. I thought it was funny at first because it was so childish. After a while the calls just got annoying.

I knew I needed to do something because quite honestly, I was getting bored with the whole thing. I had a suspicion it was T. but couldn't prove it. There was talk that T. had another girl, B., making calls too. I had to take some action. I'm glad I did because we became great friends again.

I must say, that I still don't know who I taught a lesson to on the day the phone calls stopped. We never spoke about it.

All I know is that one of them is more than likely deaf in one ear. They would have to be after I blew that coach's whistle into the phone.