It's Sofia, my twelve year old, and this is clearly a conversation she's been waiting to have. Her sisters are both getting ready for bed and she's looking at me with the expectancy one can only have when they believe they're speaking to a wise person.
My first response, because I am who I am, was a sarcastic one.
When they remove their wedding ring before they approach you.
When they gently smack your behind rather than maul it.
When they respond to your texts within the first three hours of receipt.
When they pay for more than just your vodka.
Thankfully, my filter was engaged so none of that made it out of my mouth. Instead, I managed, "sweetie, if I knew that answer, I'd be rich."
Short of a boy just outright declaring his feelings, it's a maze of subtle clues.
Does he pick on you relentlessly? Than he might like you...or he could be a typical preteen jerk.
Do you catch him looking at you? Than he's either infatuated or you have something stuck to your face.
Does he find reasons to talk to you? Than he either likes you or wants to cheat off of you on a test.
Boys are simple messes. And, they are usually unaware of this. They are basically very cut and dry in most matters. Sports - yes. Obnoxious behavior - yes. Noxious odors - yes. Deep conversations - no. Boy bands - no. Salad - no. Girls - I dunno, maybe, gross, well.. maybe not super gross, but kind of.
"But if he has any sense, taste, or eyesight at all - yes, he likes you."
And, if it helps at all, boys don't know a thing about girls either. And, that's just the way we like it.
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