A World of FIRSTs

I just started dating my first boyfriend. Ready for this? He’s my FIRST boyfriend. Yes, I know. Facepalm. The pun police are after me, so I’ll keep it short.

I’m new to all this. Before my macho man, I never even had a serious crush. I’m well versed in admiring beauty and having guy friends – but what happens when it steps up? What does that even mean? Maybe you aren’t on the same below-novice level I’m on, but adapting to dating life is a problem for all girls.

What comes first, holding hands or hugging? So, it’s official now; do I act like we’re still just close friends, or stare him down with bedroom eyes? Do all our inside jokes from pre-dating life still
count? Am I allowed see him if I’m wearing sweats and have coffee breath? How do you go from friend to boyfriend without a hitch?

I haven’t figured it out yet, but when I find a secret to making life perfect, I promise you write you a full written report. Likewise, should you unravel this mystery, I expect simple step-by-step
instructions, with plenty of pictures. For now, all I can tell you is to do what feels right. Cheesy, but
think about it. We’re social creatures. We were made to form relationships; it’s in our most primitive biology. There has to be some primal coding that’s right. And if your autonomous mode runs into walls, there’s always tele-op time for you to straighten out.

Yes, the pun police have a special cell for me. I’m cornier than Maize Craze. Just don’t be afraid to ask for advice, and never be afraid of talking things out with him - or at him, if that’s your style. Whether it’s together or separate, figure things out. He shouldn’t blow up because you don’t know everything, and if he doesn’t know everything then you shouldn’t blow up either. There is a reason you’re dating him, right?

Hugs and kisses, my fabulous female FIRSTers.
I’m Scoutette, Buzzing off.