Count me in as one of those who wonders why this is such a big deal. The girl was rather touchy-feely, sure, but I remember being a 15 year old girl (five years ago) and I hung out with a group of people that generally hugged people hello. If they were attractive and “older” (hah!), behavior like the girl Captain Carrot mentioned would not be strange at all.
Anyway, he’s already said he’s not going to do anything about it. I don’t think there’s any real good reason to treat the high school like its full of land mines just because some girl has a crush on him. If she’s anything like me or the girls I hung out with, she knows that he’s completely unattainable.
And now, a random anecdote. Me and a couple of my close friends were VERY early bloomers–as in, we’ve been out with our parents at restaurants while we were 12/13 and been offered the chance to order alcoholic beverages. So, one Friday night at the Roller Dome (we were so cool…yeah right) I spot this really HOT guy. We know he’s older than us (we were 12/13 at the time), maybe about 16! Eee! Of course we went eee! that’s what 13 year old girls do.
Anyway, two of my friends and I approach him, chat, ask his name, and throughout the evening we generally exchange the amount of conversation that you can manage while in the midst of hundreds of people roller skating and loud music.
At the end of the evening, we see him take out a set of keys as he goes to the door. Aha! He is sixteen! “So, how old are you anyway,” I ask.
“Twenty,” he says casually, “And you guys are what, 16-17?”
“No, we’re 12, 12and 13!” Giggling.
The look on his face was priceless.
The funny thing was that I thought I was never going to see him again, but through a strange coincidence we both joined a Tae Kwon Do club that summer. How I loved self-defense practice! He was probably uncomfortable. My young teenaged self didn’t care though.
Umm…well that was really rambly. I guess my point is that both Captain Carrot and the girl know that nothing is going to happen, but she may want to generally flirt with the mystery of the older man. It’s really harmless, though, at least from my perspective of a generally safe world–by this I mean is that when I think about odds I realize that driving a car is more dangerous than most of my supposedly risky behaviors, but I can’t avoid that–and I’m still alive and emotionally healthy.