The year: 1999. My age: 15. I felt OK breaking up with my boyfriend of a year because a boy at a neighboring high school even taller than him wanted to date me. He was cute enough and offered sufficient status, but dumb as a brick and about as good company.
Four months later I had a revelation: No boyfriend is better than this boyfriend. I opened up Hotmail and composed a message.
Subject line: Welcome to Dumpsville. Population: you.
Message body: Roses are red, violets are blue. Trash gets dumped, and so do you.
Anyway, Iām a lesbian now š¤·š¼āāļø