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Prompt: Monday, January 6, 2014
Tell us about a time you bent to peer pressure.

Yours truly has always been an independent kind of gal, even as a wee little babe.  I have a photo album my mom kept of my first year with all sorts of independently-minded accomplishments to prove it.  I also have wonderful friends, especially from my growing pain years that are still with me today, and I was lucky–am very lucky, for them.  They’ve never pressured me into doing anything.

So, I don’t really have many instances of peer pressure moments I could think of, except for one.  (This was before I met my lifelong friends).

When I was in sixth grade, there was a boy named Javier who liked me.  I was oblivious.  While playing volleyball with my classmates during recess, they teased me and pressured me into letting him be my boyfriend.  I got so fed up, I said “yes.”  The funny thing was, I ended up with a boyfriend without even interacting with him.  It was all through mediation… LOL… Like an arranged coupleship! 😉 This happened on a Friday.

Unbeknownst to me, Javier followed me home after school that day on his bike.  I was aghast when I opened the front door to a doorbell and saw him through the storm door.  I told him to go home, and slammed the door.

I know. That wasn’t nice, but I didn’t know what to do!  He came back to loiter outside on Saturday.  He did so again on Sunday.  I stayed indoors.  On Monday, I broke up with him.

While I was kind of physically developed at around that age, I was not mentally ready for any kind of boyfriend/girlfriend relationship at that time.

Here’s another peer pressure situation I remembered, but I was indirectly affected.

When I was a Junior in High School, I auditioned for the musical, West Side Story, and got the role of Maria.  One of my friends was the student Stage Manager and notified my new (and really “first”) boyfriend that there was a kissing scene, and we were nearing rehearsing that scene.  I have, at that time, never been kissed.  (I know it seems like I was a late bloomer, but I can tell you, before I met “boys,” my self-love was through the roof.  My self-love is getting there, so don’t worry! 😀 )

So one night, near the library by the water, on one of my days off from rehearsals, I had my very first kiss.  It was one of the sweetest moments of my life.  I bet he felt pressured though to kiss me before “Tony”
did.