Category: Young Love

Ah, young love–filled with such passion and promise. AKA, hormones and hopeless romanticism.

Honeymoon Staged

| TX, USA | Marriage & Partners, Young Love

(I’m not allowed to hang up unless the guest is swearing.)

Me: “Thank you for calling reservations. How may I help you?”

Guest: *low voice* “Yes, I got married today, and I wanted to book a surprise honeymoon. She’s asleep right now so I got to be quiet.”

Me: “Congratulations!”

(I ask for dates and start looking at listings.)

Guest: “Do you have any suites? Something sexy?”

(The guest’s wife wakes up at that moment, and a misunderstanding ensues.)

Guest: “No, I’m booking a room for US! No, I wasn’t calling HER sexy! I mean, YEAH she’s a lady, but I was talking about a ROOM!”

Me: *dying inside* “If you can hear me, ma’am, I can verify that I work for [Hotel] and I’m booking a room for YOUR honeymoon.”

(Things calm down, and I go on booking when…)

Guest: “No, baby, stop that!”

Me: *speechless*

Guest: “Hey, she wants me to ask you if it’s okay to book this while she’s sitting on my lap? She promises to be quiet.”

Me: *laughing helplessly* “If you can keep the same promise, I’m fine.”

(Finishes reservation as fast as possible while his wife tries to distract him.)

Me: “Okay, you’ll get the confirmation number. Anything else I can help you with?”

Guest: “Are you married?”

Me: “No…”

Guest: “You should call me on your break. You’ve been great!”

Me: “With all due respect, sir, I think you’ll be busy.”

Guest: “I’m gonna be honest. She’s across my lap right now—”

Me: “Sir, this call is being recorded, and I REALLY don’t want my boss to hear this, so I’m gonna stop you right there and wish you a happy honeymoon.”

Guest: “All right, but you have my info. We should all…” *groans* “…h-hang out!”

Me: *blushing* “Uh, you should get back to your wife. Good night, sir!”

Guest: *hangs up*

Me: *questions life*

I Want To Date A Real Boy!

| USA | Boyfriend/Girlfriend, Popular, Young Love

(My family, a total of 18 people, has taken a trip to Italy over the summer to visit sights and to see other family. My youngest cousin, seven years old, who, already with a ‘boyfriend,’ has brought back a trinket for him. She tells my mother the following story:)

Cousin: *upon seeing her boyfriend the first day of school* “I got this for you, all the way in Florence!”

(She hands him a small, wooden Pinocchio figurine. Her boyfriend thanks her.)

Cousin: *the following day* “Where’s what I gave you?”

Boyfriend: “I didn’t like it, so I gave it to my mom.”

Cousin: “Oh. Well, I didn’t like it either, so that’s why I gave it to you.”

(My cousin has a history of pulling wisdom from beyond her years, but this is my favorite so far. She dumped her boyfriend of one school year the same day!)

Flirting Technique Needs (Home)Work

| Staten Island, NY, USA | Popular, Young Love

(I am picking my two sons, aged six and eight, from school. My eight-year-old is talking to a girl from his class.)

Girl: *to my eight-year-old* “Let’s exchange phone numbers. I’ll give you my number; you give me yours.”

Eight-Year-Old: “Why would I wanna do that?”

Girl: “You can call me if you need help with homework.”

Eight-Year-Old: “Nah. Dad checks my homework.”

Girl: “Here’s my number.” *the girl obviously didn’t hear a word my boy said, and hands him a small piece of paper* “What’s your number?”

Eight-Year-Old: “My mom won’t get me my own phone. You’re gonna have to buy me a phone so I can give you my number.”

Girl: “Oh, bummer.”

(They say goodbye and then I walk my sons to the car…)

Six-Year-Old: “You could’ve just given her our home number.”

Eight-Year-Old: “She wants to exchange numbers because I might need help with homework. Seriously? She knows I’m Student of the Month in our class.”

Six-Year-Old: “You mean she’s lying.”

Eight-Year-Old: “She just wants to call me.”

(My smooth criminal. I don’t know whether to be worried or amused. And he’s only eight!)

Digging Himself A Hole To The Rock Bottom

| Victoria, BC, Canada | Popular, Young Love

(My boyfriend and I have only been dating for a few months. He is well-known amongst his friends for putting his foot in his mouth or saying things that don’t really mean what he intends. He is, however, incredibly romantic, which often makes up for it.)

Boyfriend: “You know, hun, when I fell for you I hit rock bottom.”

Me: “Umm… excuse me?”

Boyfriend: *sees that I’m not giving him the response he intended* “Y- yeah… you know… I just hit rock bottom. I fell so far down.”

Me: “You know hitting rock bottom is a BAD thing, right? As in, you can’t get any lower?”

Boyfriend: “No, it’s a good thing! I fell so far for you that there’s nowhere left to fall!”

Me: “Ask anyone you know, and they’ll tell you that hitting rock bottom is a very bad thing. Are you really calling me the lowest of the low?”

Boyfriend: *sputters and unsuccessfully tries to defend himself*

Me: “I think you just hit rock bottom with that comment.”

(We got married last summer! Oh, and for the record, everyone we ask agrees that “hitting rock bottom” is NOT a compliment!)

Best Not To Drive A Wedge Between Us

| Arlington, TX, USA | Dating, Young Love

(Since I’m a year older than my boyfriend, we don’t have the same classes. I am waiting for him to get out of class.)

Me: “Hey.”

Boyfriend: “Hey…” *hides behind me*

Me: “What are you—”

Boyfriend: “Done.” *looks at me*

Me: “Did you just—”

Boyfriend: “Yes. I had a wedgie for the longest.”

Me: “Aaaand you used me as the shield?”

Boyfriend: “Uh huh!”

Me: *laughs* “This is going on Not Always Romantic. I love you!”

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