  Nothing much has happened to me this week. I feel as if maybe this blog has been going downhill ever since the rave reviews of the urlLink condom rant or urlLink live porn , but while nothing has happened to me, very very important things have happened to those I care about, and I seem to be caught in the middle.
Ever since I was about 11, many of my friends have relied on me for relationship advice. Let's just ignore the fact that I didn't get a real boyfriend until 2 days before I turned 15, and that that relationship lasted less than 3 weeks.&nbsp; For some reason all of my self-proclaimed mature middle school friends would turn to me every time their boyfriend fingered them in a movie theater, or some other girl flirted with their crush. I even had to spend a weekend with my friend Natalie and her beau Seth because she was afraid to be alone with him.
That last one was especially fun because, at the time, I had a mad crush on Seth, pretty&nbsp;much like everyone else did. He was a fad. Went in and out like platform shoes.&nbsp; I ended up being the only one he didn't date. &nbsp;I have no idea where this comes from, but I kind of take pride in it. I like that people feel comfortable enough to me to call me on a rainy evening and confess their deepest relationship feelings to me.&nbsp; I like being someone people can trust with that kind of stuff.&nbsp; But am I doomed to be the one that people talk about relationships to and never see as more than a confidant? NO! NO! I'M REVERTING INTO LIVEJOURNAL FORM! BAD JAYA! BAD JAYA! LIFE IS GOOD!!!! ! 
