Lost Cause.

Boys are such a lost cause. Like really. Either he's sweet and you have to teach him how to be the slightest bit spontaneous, or he's a crude animal and you have to smack his hand away every five seconds before giving up completely and storming off. And wouldn't you think they get better as they age? Aren't they supposed to mature? Think again. The selection process is hard and tiring and never gets any better. If you're one of the few who've found a good one, congratulations. In the most non-catty or jealous way I am really happy for you. But for everyone else, just because the battle is hard to fight it doesn't mean disable your armor or surrender completely. Eventually all jerks will get burned, and smacked with whatever suckish vibes they've thrown out there. Keep calm, and remain fabulous. The boys will leave the rusty playground to come inquire about the world's finer things at some point. And when they do, life will be exciting and flawless again. Never change.