…and never been kissed. (To all my Asian relatives; don’t freak out- it’s just a saying.) And while I may not be 16 anymore, I won’t deny the latter. Go ahead, label me. I don’t mind. The way I see it, I still have all of me and no regrets (which puts me way ahead of the charts, statistically speaking). I came across a list the other day that I made in 8th grade labeled “Expectations for High School.” Though it’s only been three years, I was still interested in what my (more) naive self had believed and wanted. In rather large script at the top was: #1: I will stay single throughout high school. While visiting my aunt in LA this past summer, she commented on how wise my choice was not to date. I didn’t really realize until then how much I actually believed in the idea of not dating. Sure, I’ve had middle school interests and a even somewhat serious (haha, don’t laugh) freshman fling, but in general, a boyfriend hasn’t been at the top of my priorities. Don’t get me wrong- there’s nothing bad (necessarily) about teenage “love” (though I may or may not question its validity), and I don’t really mind the relationships going on around. But in this time of single-ness, I like the solitude that comes with not having to be responsible with the details of another person’s life. So now I’m at the end of my sixteenth year, at the cusp of my seventeenth, and call me delusional or what have you, but I have to say that I couldn’t be more happy with the way things are.