tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292808536017608740.post4027657142773064751..comments2024-03-23T04:01:56.197-07:00Comments on Christa Writes: Throwing Away Love Letters and Looking for Jordan CatalanoChrista Desirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15614441465633549710noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292808536017608740.post-71215726613008905692011-01-19T06:48:00.677-08:002011-01-19T06:48:00.677-08:00I have some teenage boys that are friends of mine ...I have some teenage boys that are friends of mine on FB - you can stalk them like I stalked Eleni and Franz - before they hooked up and I knew they were totally going to hook up. Let me know - you can log on to my FB account and check them out :-) At least it's something in the meantime until you get that boy to talk to you!Paigehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08178891535461284908noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292808536017608740.post-56455360804773609432011-01-18T06:46:23.809-08:002011-01-18T06:46:23.809-08:00Teenage boys. Good luck. Maybe you could just have...Teenage boys. Good luck. Maybe you could just have him mumble so much that you don't catch any of his dialogue?<br /><br />I hear you on journals. All mine are gone, but I would love to look back through them and see what earth-shattering problems I had (who to sit next to on the bus? The trauma!). There'd be a lot of great stuff in there...<br /><br />PS - You should allow people to see your email on your blog (that way when you leave comments, people can email you back!)Lisa Galekhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02438927319122874125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292808536017608740.post-30452903665980144292011-01-17T14:20:57.059-08:002011-01-17T14:20:57.059-08:00Jordan Catalano. He was so perfect...
I had the j...Jordan Catalano. He was so perfect...<br /><br />I had the journal. I kept the letters. Like you, I threw them all away, but now's the fun part. You get to recreate them with all their misspellings and fumblings. High school was the pits, but not when you had a letter from a 'that' boy in your locker, or better yet, when it was discreetly (YEAH RIGHT!) passed to you in the crowded hall.<br /><br />Ahhh, childhood. :)Marie Reardenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13653459061863869033noreply@blogger.com