Bubble bubble bubble.
I wish my life were like a shoujo manga--errrrk, fangirl term: girly Japanese comic, I mean.
"Oh no! This mysterious bad boy archetype was my first kiss, and I'm 16! Poor me; what is an energetic, ditzy girl to do? I like this other nice guy and he's a pervert but he's gay so it doesn't matter! Here's some bubbles! But now some dramatic run-in with the yakuza makes it so bad boy and I realize that we're meant for each other!"
If only life sorted itself out so cleanly--first kisses, bubbles, yakuza, and all.
"Oh no! This mysterious bad boy archetype was my first kiss, and I'm 16! Poor me; what is an energetic, ditzy girl to do? I like this other nice guy and he's a pervert but he's gay so it doesn't matter! Here's some bubbles! But now some dramatic run-in with the yakuza makes it so bad boy and I realize that we're meant for each other!"
If only life sorted itself out so cleanly--first kisses, bubbles, yakuza, and all.