LITERARY FOGHORN
How to Get a Boyfriend
As Explained to Me by My 11-Year-Old Sisterby
Leigh Stein
- Wear glitter eye shadow. Ignore that he’s
shorter than you by, like, a foot. Practice
roller-skating, because that’s what you’ll have to do
together, but don’t actually own any roller skates,
because that’s just retarded. Don’t say retarded, it’s
mean to retarded people. Remind him not to say it
either, but then crack up when he starts yelling
RETARDED RETARDED RETARDED just to be obnoxious during
passing period. Watch as your best friend writes his
name on your hand while you say, OHMYGOD DON’T STOP IT
STOP IT I’LL CROSS IT OUT, but then don’t—cross it
out, I mean. Look at it before bed. When he comes up
to your locker to ask if you like him LIKE THAT, say,
LIKE WHAT, and when he says, YOU KNOW, say, I’M GOING
TO BE LATE FOR CLASS.
- If he asks you out when he already has a
girlfriend, say, YOU CAN’T LIKE ME UNTIL YOU DUMP HER.
Wait for that to happen; give it less than a week. Ask
for a sip of his pop, because you know his mouth was
on the same can. Rescue the can from the garbage and
play the alphabet game with the tab until you get an N
and put it on your necklace. Play the “I Love You”
game, but mouth “olive juice” when it’s your turn and
see if he notices. When he dumps her, say, YEAH I LIKE
YOU LIKE THAT IF YOU LIKE ME LIKE THAT.
- Ask your mom if you can go to the mall with
friends, but don’t say which friends and don’t say
that it’s actually only one and he is actually only a
boy. Ask to borrow his hoodie because you’re cold even
though you’re inside at the mall. Hold his hand even
though it’s hard because he’s short. Watch his lips
when he eats french fries. Practice unwrapping
Starbursts with your tongue at lunch. Be the first one
of your friends to have a boyfriend. Show them the
notes he folded like footballs that all say, I LOVE
YOU. At the Halloween dance when he says, ARE YOU
GONNA KISS ME OR WHAT, get nervous and freak out and
just kiss his cheek.
- When he dumps you for being a prude, pretend
you don’t care. Decide that the next boy who asks you
out, you’ll stick your tongue down his throat no matter what.
Much like her sister, Leigh Stein is not old enough to legally consume alcohol. Instead, she spends most of her time blogging and teaching competitive improvisation to middle schoolers. She temporarily resides in Chicago.