• You can flirt with whoever you want.
• You don’t have hang around with his boring mates.
• You can date a different boy every day of the week.
• You don’t have to laugh at his rubbish jokes.
• You don’t have to waste your hard-earned cash on Valentine’s Day
tat.
• You never have to pass up a hot new snoggortunity.
• There’s more time for hanging out with your mates.
• No one whinges at you for spending all of Saturday at the shops.
• You don’t have to worry if he’ll get on with your mates.
• You don’t have to buy him a birthday pressie – or pretend to like what
he gets you.
• You never have to watch boring football/bands/computer games
(unless you like that sort of thing of course).
• You don’t have to stop your Dad having that embarrassing ‘are you
respecting my daughter’ chat with anyone.
• You never get stubble rash from too much snogging.
• When you go to the cinema you can watch slushy romances and
French art house movies instead of yawnsome action flicks.
• You don’t have to pretend his Mum’s cooking is delicious.
• Your mates never get huffy that you’re leaving them out.
• You don’t waste your phone credit on spooney text messages.
• Your Mum won’t insist on explaining the ‘birds and bees’ to you again
(even though you’ve had sex-ed at school for, like, years).
• You can eat onions for lunch without panicking about bad snog-breath.
• You can please yourself. Yay!
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