8. Being Boy Crazy
Chances are, your Catholic school was girls only. And if it was, you were likely boy crazy. Having been deprived of daily male interaction for five to six years of your life, you probably graduated and ran towards any man you saw like a feline in heat. In between your emotionally crippling high school dry spell, you may have gone to an inter-school dance or two and learned how to grind against a pre-pubescent boy who had no idea what was happening. If you were lucky, that grinding turned into a date the following Friday night where you awkwardly mumbled and stared at the floor because you were never around boys and had no idea what to say to them.
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