By Cindy, age 14, New York

Summer is boyfriend season. Not boyfriend shirts or boyfriend shorts, but real honest-to-goodness, made-of-meat boys. I don't know why I don't date at school. It's not the boys (those are the same everywhere), and it's not the other girls (who are all abnormally gorgeous chez moi). There's just something about summer that turns me into the kind of girl who dates. Summer is always full of boys, but there was only ever one Summerboy.

He was my first summer boyfriend, before this habit became a neurosis of mine. Summerboy was what my friends at home and I called him. I didn't want to tell them his name because that would bring him into the real, back-at-home world. So he was forever Summerboy.

I think of Summerboy even now, particularly now, as the days begin to stretch out. He stands out in my mind, not because of what happened when we were a 'we', but how 'we' ended. It was entirely my fault, of course. I accidently broke his heart, and my own in the process.

It was the day before the second to last day of camp. That would be the last day of normality, before it sank into everyone that in a few days we'd all be home. Summerboy and I were comfortable with PDA (public displays of affection) by then, so we sat on the grassy field assaulting people's eyes with cuddling. His head was in my lap, and we were positively cozy.

Some demon of anti-romance must have possessed me to speak right then. I broke the comfortable silence with: "You know, I think George had a point when he said I wasn't your type." George was Summerboy's roommate, best friend, and not exactly my fondest cheerleader.

I think Summerboy replied very well to my baffling, odd, and completely unnecessary statement. He said, "Huh?"

I clarified, "It's just that I wouldn't imagine you with me either. You should be with some sort of tiny, cute hipster girl in Converse who absolutely adores you. Someone who agrees with all your crazy weird theories and thinks your band is great. She would have long, tangly blonde hair and not be neurotic about success. Someone more ... well, the opposite of me."

If this were a romantic comedy, Summerboy would have said something along the lines of: "But that's not you, babe, and that's why I love you," and then we would proceed to shock the world with EPDA (extreme public displays of affection). Instead he asked, "What are you trying to tell me?"

And I, being the type to dig myself even further into a grave, replied, "Just that we're kind of different. Really different types of people."

In Rom-Com land, Summerboy would have said, "Those differences only make things more interesting." In the real world, he said, "I knew that. I didn't mind. I thought that you didn't either. Thanks for making it reasonable."

I had just dumped my first boyfriend.

I shouldn't care about Summerboy. He's probably off somewhere dating a cute little girl who fits with him like two spoons. She might even have tangled blonde hair that she doesn't care about, and really, sincerely, like indie rock. He's probably all the happier for it.

I'm not.

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February & March Magazine Issues

March 15, 2012

The February and March issues of Sweet Designs Magazine are now online, featuring a combined 53 new articles and features!!

- Cover: Stephanie Lynn reflects on 5 years
- Cover: India (of Darn-licious knitwear)
- Life in the dumps (moving in with my bf)
- The difference between men and women
- Angels among us (parts 1 and 2)
- Arts graduates & the dark night of the soul
- Triple threat (how I survived my teen yrs)
- Dating isn't easy (my true story)
- How to turn not-so-great gifts ... (fashion)
- Ten reasons to love being single
- Taking the big leap (college)
- Valentine's Day (not what you'd expect!)
- The last of the cold (hopefully) (fashion)
- A month full of love
- Ten tips for successful airline travel
- Reasons I love writing for SDM
- Who needs love?
- They're not all the same
- The life I'm glad I don't have (fiction)
- Professional dress/ finding Fendi (fashion)
- An airport anniversary: a true story
- Inappropriate Facebook photos
- The perks of a big city (college)
- A night(mare) to forget (part 2)
- The Anita Blake series (book review)
- Saving June by Hannah Harrington (book)
- Under the Mesquite by GG McCall (book)
- The Lullaby by Sarah Dessen (book)
- If I Stay by Gayle Foreman (book review)
- My sweetheart (original poetry)
- Isn't it funny (original poetry)
- The stranger (original poetry)
- A winter wonderland (original poetry)
- One night valentine
- The thick envelopes (college acceptance)
- Southern love
- Healthy hair and vitamins
- It's a date (dating idea alternatives)
- The 30 hour famine
- School's out forever!
- Marching right back into spring? (fashion)
- Dear John
- When TV shows depict your life
- 3 Fun ways to rock spring's hottest trends
- Neglected teeth
- Starting something new
- Guy movies
- To hesitate or dive in?
- Deadly, by Julie Chibbaro (book review)
- Beastly, by Alex Flinn (book review)
- I don't care (poetry)
- Together, alone (poetry)

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