Am I required to take teen angst seriously? Honest, I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings, and so, none of the rest of this is real. (In case some gullible teen felt this was serious advice).
My dear, this is very serious situation, requiring the most dire of solutions. There’s nothing for it. You’ve got to take her out! But that’s not all. You’ve got to kidnap the crush and lock him away where no snivelly-brained skank can get her hands on him again!
Now, I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking, ‘Daloon, I don’t merely want to take her out, I want her to SUFFER!’ Here’s where I must caution you. I understand the urge to rip her eyeballs out with your inch-long fingernails. I understand your urge to pierce her viscera with your spike heels. I understand how you want to take a belt-sander to her scalp. Believe me. I do understand. It’s just—it can’t happen that way.
Still, you are not without options. You may, for example, force her to tattoo a series of cute little pussycats from her forehead down to her bellybutton. Oh, all right. The tattoos can go lower!
There are actually a number of other options, but I really don’t have the space to go into them here. Let’s just say that your every revenge fantasy from toddlerdom until now (with the exception of those two years you were recovering from spider bites inflicted by Santa Claus in that mall).
So, my dear, this is what you must do. That boy… uh, man belongs to you, and noone else. He must be taught to understand this. Once he sees how seriously you take your responsibilities, you can be sure he will never stray again. He’ll know, that next time, should there be one, it could be his stomach beneath the spike heels!