I’ve been reading a ton of YA fiction recently, and I have to say, there are a lot of great guys in these books. Great boyfriends, great brothers, great friends. They’re solid, honest, and supportive (besides being smokin’ hot, of course). And there are WAY more of them than I remember existing in high school.
Okay, there were a lot of guys in high school with the potential to become great. But they weren’t there yet.
Here’s a story a (great guy) friend told me recently. In grade twelve, he broke up with his girlfriend because his friend told him that her friend had said that she thought he would be good marriage material one day. Did you follow that? This is a GOOD GUY I’m talking about. But he broke up with his girlfriend because of a sentence twice removed.
Why? Because no one in high school — girl or guy — knows what the heck they’re doing.
So, YA authors, I’m hereby calling it. You’re making stuff up.