young love.

They say that high school is a place to shape our horizons, receive an education and prepare for the opportunities the future holds. Well if anyone ever tells you this, you can safely assume they have never been to high school. As every student knows, high school is a place we are legally required to attend and if it weren't for our legal obligations, most of us wouldn't be there. Also, if we took a pole, I highly doubt teenagers would say the number one thing they do at high school is learn. I would even dare say, if this pole were taken, the most common activity done at high school would be considered flirting. That is what high school is or should be notorious for.

In my [most expert] opinion there should be a sign above each high school that says, 'Welcome to high school where the majority of the student body flirts like they want to be on the reality TV show "16 & pregnant." It's a rather glamorous sight.'

Maybe I wouldn't mind this so much if I were on the flirting end of the spectrum. But alas, I am not so instead I chat with my fellow single ladies during lunch and together we witness the most awkward encounters you can imagine, as is expected when a bunch of teenagers, bursting with hormones and a desire to 'YOLO' start mingling.

Let me describe a scene from high school that happens rather frequently...more frequently than I would like.

The beautiful brunette (we'll call her BB for short) flips her hair and giggles, her voice reaching pitches only the twitterpated can reach. Mr. Charming then chuckles and looks at his food, mischievously he picks up some of his lunch and flicks it at her. Feigning anger BB gasps and flicks some of her food at Mr. Charming. The decibels of BB go higher and higher with her excited laughter. This is the epitome of flirting. This is also where I come in. Sitting there directly behind BB, minding my own, single business I am suddenly splattered with whatever food Mr. Charming had launched at his dear BB. Apples in my hair, lettuce down my shirt I look up and notice the awkward looks of the two lovers. Laughing I toss my hand, gesturing it's no big deal. Oh how I hate fortuitously intervening the blissful acts of these lovebirds.

This is about as close as I get to flirting.

Am I a simple victim of 'bad timing' or does this happen to you too? Not that I wish you harm, but I am seriously crossing my fingers in hope that this happens to more people than just myself.