August 18, 2008
Dear 16 Year-Old Self,
You are about to go out on a date with that guy who asked you out in French class way back during your Sophomore year. Remember? The one you said NO to in front of the whole class and then spent your entire lunch period writing the best note ever to, with the help of your friends. The one who walks through the halls of your high school with his white leather jacket on, acting like he owns the place. The one who drives the bright orange '72 Volkswagen Bug.
Sure, you chased him all summer. Well, all that hard work finally paid off and lucky you! You get to pick him up for your first date . . . in your parents '77 Mercury Cougar (try not to take out any stop signs in the process) since his car is in the shop.
Please be patient, he won't kiss you on this first date. He won't kiss you on the 2nd one either and it may take close to a month for this to happen - don't worry, he likes you. Unlike the tools you've been hanging out with, this one is a gentleman - although he may appear otherwise.
Just enjoy yourself. Enjoy the movie, The Abyss, and stop obsessing over your mall bangs (they're fine. . . and no, your breath doesn't stink, and no you don't have B.O., and no you are skinny enough and gosh darn it, people like you!).
Trust me, you may not know it now (or maybe you do since you keep writing your first name with his last name all over any scrap of paper you can find), but he is the one.
Nineteen years from now, you'll look up over a plate of spaghetti and there he will be, on the other end of the table - rolling his eyes at one of your children.
Yeah, I said children.
You'll have three, just like you always wanted. I know that seems like a long time from now - you have so much yet to see, to learn, to do . . . but it'll (the future, where I'm writing this to you) be here before you know it.
So enjoy the now. Enjoy the time. Enjoy the way it feels to be sixteen . . . enjoy those butterflies.
And dammit - enjoy those Guess? jeans too, because you won't be wearing those in 2008!
The Future You
Yeah, like for reals, like Back to the Future, like Peggy Sue Got Married, like I am soooo not kidding.