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Dear Breakup Girl,

I am in a confusing and slightly depressing situation. Two weeks ago I went to Mexico with part of my Spanish class. We were paired up with a group of kids from Nebraska (we're from Oklahoma). So I started talking to and became friends with this guy from the Nebraska group. One night when we were on this island off of Cancun the group went to a discotheque by our hotel. The guy (we'll call him George) and I got bored so we left (a lot of people had already left) We walked around the beach for about half and hour and then sat down on this ledge overlooking the ocean and held hands with his arm around me talking for an hour. Then we had to go back to our respective rooms (12 p.m. curfew). The next day everyone was sure that we would formally hook up and I was sure that he would kiss me. But then he got in a motorcycle accident and had to be flown to Cancun and I never got to see him again or say goodbye or anything. So I went home and discovered that the guy who I have had a crush on for like nine months is still just as attractive and interesting and amazing as he was when I left. I see him almost every day because we are both in karate and are training for nationals together. I'm had over heels for this guy but I feel guilty for flirting with him because I'm not sure where George and I stand. I haven't been able to get in touch with him. I don't even know how the other guy feels about me but I'm too afraid of losing his friendship to tell him how I feel about him. My general motto is Carpe Diem but somehow in this situation I just can't seem to follow my own advice. Why can't my life be as simple as Sandy and Danny make life seem?

-- Confused Over Summer Lovin'

Dear Confused,

Special Breakup Girl Greased-Lightning-o-Gram: Simple as Sandy and Danny make things seem, SPANDEX IS NOT THE ANSWER. Now, I know you think that you and George may go together, like rama, lama, lama, kadingy, kading-a-dong. You feel like you'll remember Mexico forever, as shoowop, shoowally, wally, yippity, boom-de-boom. And you think that moonlit nights like that, well, chang-chang, changadee-chang-chibop, that's the way it should be, wahoo, yeah.

But here's what Breakup Girl thinks:

"George went back to Nebraska in traction, that's where it ends.

Go to karate and flirt with your friend."

Love,
Breakup Girl

P.S. Good luck at nationals! Will you let me know what happens?!

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