23 Weeks in the Wild
By Ali, age 16, North Carolina
"D*** Girl! What a nice rack!" Guys are cruel. If you are a girl in the same situation as me you understand. I have triple D's and they're not fake. Boys swarm to me thinking I'm easy. It's not fun. So I conducted an experiment to see how guys reacted when they met the girl they believed me to be.
This is how the experiment went: First, in the beginning of 3rd semester, we switched classes. There were boys there I didn't know. For the experiment I had to be as sultry as I could possibly be. This was pretty easy. I told them that I've been with a lot of guys and I liked to sleep around. They found this amazing, so I took it further. I gave more details, flirted more, and made up fictional stories and characters.
The two subjects of this experiment were perfectly normal teenage boys. They liked two things - girls and more girls. But this experiment proved that not all guys are the same. There are "decent" guys out there. There are guys who will make you feel like a princess.
One of my subjects - I will call him "G" - was a sweet guy. Smart, funny, cute ... just you're all-around "good guy". When I told my stories "G" was more flabbergasted than anything else. He didn't get it. Yes, he did all the "guy things" you would expect - smiling, laughing, and a little flirting. But you could tell he was a little skeptical.
The other subject I will call "L". If you saw "L" in the hallway at school or at the mall you would think he's that prep school boy from a small town. At first he appears as nice and sweet ... Well, sorry to rain on your parade, but "L" is not that guy. "L" was rude, even trashy. He flirted with everyone, and stared at or touched my chest. I played along with his game, trying to understand the nature of this, and truthfully it was hard. I hated being treated like a stripper. But I needed the truth.
After 23 weeks, I ended this experiment. I'd gotten the information I needed to write this article. My conclusion: everyone has to deal with this, but I can say one thing. I'm not the person I led people to believe for the past five or six months. The truth is I've kissed two guys. Really kissed only one. I've never slept with anyone. I've never actually done anything I said. You may say I'm a prude or a sissy, but I'm just waiting for the right guy. I've seen broken hearts and I don't want one. No one does.
My advice to all you girls out there? Let love find you; don't look for it. When you look for something, you could be hurting other people, missing those days you'll never forget. Be who you are. Never change for someone. Never be anyone but you. Every time you lie it will backfire. Let Love Find You.