December 29, 1995 (Megan is 15)
It’s funny how much teenagers are identified by their boyfriends. The last time I was here, one of the first things [Aunt] and then [Cousin] asked me–“Do you have a boyfriend?” and then “Do you like someone?” As if the most important part of my life is if I’m spending part of it with a boy. And yesterday, here, [Cousin]’s friend X asked me the same two questions. [Cousin] talks more about what Y (her boyfriend) does than about what she’s doing and [Cousin2] spends so much time with her boyfriend I can’t believe it. And they’re only 2 years and one grade older than me. I know, vaguely, that there are people like that in my school — I’ve heard them talking and seen them with their boyfriends, but none of my friends are attached. I guess it’s one of those things I can’t really understand because I’m not part of it.