Being a fifteen year old boy is a bad experience. Those hormones are raging, screaming, hollering, and running rampant through his system. The only thing worse is being a fifteen year old girl. She is, after all, the object of those hormones.

Girls, if taught right, have several options for dealing with them. The old fashioned slap in the face is always a winner.

"Hey! Why'd you slap me for?", he asks.

"For what you just tried", she replies heatedly.

"I didn't try anything . Honest."

"Then it was what you were thinking."

"Well, jeez."

Spilling ice cold coke at the right moment is another good one.

"Yew! That's cold."

"Sorry. Would you go get me another one? Please? Don't hurry."

Letting any guy read his page in their slam book is low but effective.

"Yea, my girl really is ready", one boy says to another.

"Yea? You think so? Read this."

"Huh? I am not. Hey, I can't help it I wear braces. I got that aftershave on sale. It was not cheap candy. Gee, I need to rethink this whole thing."

Exactly.

The boy is thinking, "Tonight's the night. No one home, Yea!"

He goes to the girl's house to find out they're double-dating with the ugly couple. He's an altar boy and she's the editor of the school newspaper. Well, shoot.