Don’t get me wrong—I LOVE being a writer and feel immense gratitude every day that my dream job is also my reality. But, if I could do anything else in the world (no matter how wildly unrealistic) I would like to help teenagers find love.
They’d call me The Hook-Up Whisperer. Or maybe Yenta to the Young.
And I’m not talking about writing an advice column for TEEN VOGUE or SEVENTEEN, I’m talking about becoming a full-blown Superhero of Love.
Look! Up in the bleachers at the middle school dance! It’s a bird! It’s a plane! It’s… a weird middle-aged lady advising me to forget about the fact that Liam McKeen has spent the night dancing with that Abercrombie & Bitch Carli Strasser and to ask dorky Hal Dunlap (that quiet kid who doodles on his hands and dips his French fries into mustard–eww!) to dance. Is she INSANE? Or, does her Been-There-Done-That Super Vision allow her to see things my 13-year-old self cannot?
Of course, this is just one scenario. Wherever there is an insecure teenager pining over the wrong person or wanting to swap some spit but afraid to make the first move, the Hook-Up Whisperer will be there.