Date: April 22, 2025
Author: Isabella Morales
It’s funny how life can throw you curveballs when you least expect it. I was just on Ome.tv, minding my own business, taking a much-needed break from studying for my AP tests. I met some cool people, including a guy who serenaded me with a full band (definitely a 10/10 experience). But then, in the middle of all that fun, my phone screen flickered, and to my absolute horror—M popped up. My current situationship.
Let me give you some context. M and I are both high school seniors. He’s cute, does a sport I find super attractive, and he’s sweet as hell. Seriously, he’s the kind of guy that makes you feel guilty for not being into him. We went on a date a while back, and he’s been texting me nonstop since. The problem? There was no spark. I wasn’t feeling it. It’s not that he’s a bad person—he’s actually a really nice guy—but there’s something missing. And the real kicker? I’d already started distancing myself from him, but I hadn’t found the right way to break things off.
I’ve been putting it off, and now here he was, on Ome.tv, with the same charming smile and awkwardly hopeful expression. And I froze.
I never expected to run into him there. Of all the places, Ome.tv, where the odds of encountering someone you know are already small, yet here he was, like fate was giving me a not-so-subtle nudge.
The thing is, I’ve been avoiding the real conversation with him because I feel terrible. He’s been so sweet and patient with me, always texting, always trying to make plans. And I just keep putting it off because I feel like a jerk. The truth is, it’s not him—it’s me. I’m Mexican, he’s white, and as much as I want to give him the benefit of the doubt, I can’t ignore how unwilling he was to try things from my culture, like something as simple as learning a basic bachata step. I know that sounds silly, but it hit me harder than I expected. I wanted someone who understood that part of me, someone who could vibe with my culture instead of brushing it off.
And there he was, sitting on my screen, like he was still waiting for me to make a move, still hopeful. It was like all the guilt came crashing down on me at once. I was about to break his heart, and I wasn’t sure how.
But as I sat there, my finger hovering over the “skip” button, I realized something. I had to stop avoiding things. I couldn’t keep dodging tough conversations just because they made me uncomfortable. So, I decided I had to do it. I had to face the truth and have the conversation with him.
But not right now. Not yet.
For now, I skipped him and kept scrolling.
