Melanie was 14 years old. Her best friend Sophie was 15. Summer was almost over. School was about to start. Melanie and Sophie were having lunch at S&P. Sophie had decided that Melanie needed a boyfriend. "But why?" asked Melanie. "I'm okay without one. What good is a 15- year-old boy anyway? All they're interested in is playing badminton or riding their motorbikes. Where does a girl fit into that picture?" "Don't be silly," replied Sophie. "And forget about 15-year-olds. They're too young. You should go for someone more experienced—someone at least 18 years old. Someone who will carry your bags and walk you to your house. You need someone who'll give you a Valentine's Day card and remember your birthday. You need someone to calm you when you're sad and lonely. You need someone to protect you." "But my brother does that! That's what bros are for. He comforts me; he protects me. And he remembers my birthday, too. I've got a backpack to carry my books, and I
know where all my classes are. I don't need an escort. And a Valentine's Day card means that someone loves you. What if I don't love them back? I don't
want a Valentine's Day card from someone I don't love. I don't love anyone anyway. I'm too young. I don't think I even know what love is. Besides, you don't have a boyfriend. Why should I?" "Because you’re gonna be my first client. I've decided that I'm gonna be a matchmaker when I grow up." "Well, if I'm your first client, that means I'll probably be your first mistake. No, thank you."
Melanie was 14 years old. Her best friend Sophie was 15. Summer was almost over. School was about to start. Melanie and Sophie were having lunch at S&P. Sophie had decided that Melanie needed a boyfriend. "But why?" asked Melanie. "I'm okay without one. What good is a 15- year-old boy anyway? All they're interested in is playing badminton or riding their motorbikes. Where does a girl fit into that picture?" "Don't be silly," replied Sophie. "And forget about 15-year-olds. They're too young. You should go for someone more experienced—someone at least 18 years old. Someone who will carry your bags and walk you to your house. You need someone who'll give you a Valentine's Day card and remember your birthday. You need someone to calm you when you're sad and lonely. You need someone to protect you." "But my brother does that! That's what bros are for. He comforts me; he protects me. And he remembers my birthday, too. I've got a backpack to carry my books, and I
know where all my classes are. I don't need an escort. And a Valentine's Day card means that someone loves you. What if I don't love them back? I don't
want a Valentine's Day card from someone I don't love. I don't love anyone anyway. I'm too young. I don't think I even know what love is. Besides, you don't have a boyfriend. Why should I?" "Because you’re gonna be my first client. I've decided that I'm gonna be a matchmaker when I grow up." "Well, if I'm your first client, that means I'll probably be your first mistake. No, thank you."
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