Ahh lmao 90% of everyone in my class
they are usually weird and disrespect their former male friends or any other girl.
Just sad to not have one. By the way, I live in Los Angeles and there are a bunch of rich boys so I think there are just higher standards here.
Is there something in particular about not having a girlfriend in the 7th grade that is making you sad? You said in a reply to an earlier post that “90% of your class”, but I couldn’t tell if that meant that you thought that percentage of your class was making up having a girlfriend, or that percentage of your class had a girlfriend. If it’s the latter, is the sadness due to fear of missing out?
I would echo what @Moriarty said earlier about becoming interesting - learning some kind of skill, discipline, something that can make you feel competent and confident. it may not stick for a few years, but you’ll find - and girls will find, in time - that high standards apply to character more than familial wealth (I’m sure that “bunch of rich boys” haven’t actually earned the money that they spend).
You’re also at an age when girls tend to be more socially mature than boys; learning to interact with girls as people rather than as some odd subspecies is something I wish I had learned to do at your age, both because it’s important to have nonromantic relationships with women and because and can make it a lot easier to go to a romantic relationship later. You’ve got a lot of time ahead of you.
It’s the percentage making it up. I said a bunch of rich boys because the outfit pleases the girls. There is this one boy named Van with a “sexy hairstyle” and he wears expensive outfits. I don’t really wanna change my wardrobe to wear Essentials Fear Of God and just go about my day with plain T-shirts.
I mentioned before that I had had a girlfriend way back in 3rd grade. But the subsequent dry spell lasted and lasted and lasted and lasted. Puberty and adolescence kicked in. People my age were experimenting with all the stuff that’s on the approach lane to sex, teasing their way towards it. Sometimes doing it. Although probably in fewer numbers than claimed or hinted.
God I hated waiting. It’s an important part of life, with a lot of intense feelings wrapped up in it and the longing for it.
So yeah it sucks when it’s not happening for you, I sympathize completely. I wish I had good advice. I mostly don’t. I can offer you this, at best: at 20, still a freaking virgin, I had this notion that the rest of my life, stretching out in front of me, was all being formed right now, and I was feeling pretty derailed socially, and terrified that I’d have a barren life without any of the good connection stuff happening. And it’s not so. It’s not a linear track. The others, they aren’t getting ahead of you. You aren’t being left behind in that sense. Everyone carves their own trajectory, and figuring out how and where to carve is a sometimes time-consuming part of the process.
Also, the whole sex and relationships part of life? How that’s set up is something that keeps changing over time, from generation to generation, time period to time period. Fast enough that more of us realize it is socially set up and could be set up differently. You get to have some opinions about how it actually ought to be. That’s an authentic part of your sexuality, your notion of how it’s supposed to be, and why.
Musta had a trump moment. 
I had a “girlfriend” in 1st grade (not trying to one-up…there is a point to this). By “girlfriend” I mean a girl who I was friends with. At that age there was no sense of dating or sexuality. I think we would hold hands sometimes but as little kids and friends with no sense of anything else.
But, the adults around me (and some older kids) would poke fun that I had a girlfriend. I did not understand this. I had a friend. She was a girl. So what? I could sense there was more to their making fun of me but I could not understand it at the time. We were just little kids.
She was French though (really French, apparently the daughter of the head of the French consulate in Chicago at the time…so I was told, no idea if that was true). I guess I hit my high-water mark way too early. 
Yeah, the making fun of it. They made me uncomfortable.
I can relate. In 7th grade (and 8th, and 9th, etc.) I really wanted a girlfriend. I was very shy, and I thought there was some secret to it that I just didn’t know.
Turns out there was no secret (and plenty of girls equally shy). Anyways, here I am, a 63-year-old dude with the same beautiful girl for going on 45 years. It’ll be okay, and when you find a terrific one (who thinks you are, too), it’s especially nice.
In 7th grade my son had two girls chasing him. He said they were both friends, but they each wanted to be his girlfriend. It was cute.
I thought this was great advice as well.
There is a lot of wisdom in the last ~10 posts. Here’s my additional two cents …
I apologize for my criticism; I had no inkling you were that young and asking for yourself.
You’re 13. I am 65, but was once 13 and recall much of the angst connected to all things girl then. Unlike most of my peers, I’m between GFs right now and having many of the same uncomfortable feelings you are. I’m just a lot more familiar with them than you are, since they’re much newer to you. That “Everybody else is taking all the good girls and I’m left empty handed despite my best efforts” is a feeling you’ll have every minute you’re not in a relationship for the rest of your life. Get used to it; it’s just part of being male.
I grew up in Newport Beach. The pretty rich boys all got their pick first. That too is just part of the game. Throughout school, including college and grad school, relationships are fleeting. If you think 13yo Chad has 13yo Madison all sewn up for the next 10 years, you’re thinking wrong. The half-life of middle-school BF/GFs is probably 2 months. Madison will be in the market for a new BF soon.
It’s also the case that at any age in school, a lot more guys claim a GF than have a GF. The few that really do have a GF really peacock around, making the depth or sex-fullness of the relationship into far more than it really is. That too is part of being male; get used to it.
This.
The 13yo girls are amateurs. The 13yo boys are even more amateur, barely beginners at this game. The girls are generally the more skillful, and so are generally the aggressors. And they naively go for the superficial stuff like pretty clothes. But it is still a case of “In the land of the blind (boys), the one-eyed (girls) are Queen.” Nobody is any good at this game yet. Nobody.
All young people are pack animals. Everyone desperately wants to be in the center of the herd, not an outlier. It’s a consequence of your still-developing social awareness and confidence. It’s hard to get used to the idea that even though you’re now as socially skilled as you’ve ever been, you (and everyone else) still suck at it compared to how skilled you all will be at 15, 19, 25, and 30. And because everyone’s overall skill level is low, small differences in individual skill loom large.
These early differences are not predictive of who will be most skilled and successful later. The differences you see now are much more a matter of who started first. And for each of us that’s an interplay of our attitudes, underlying personality, developing hormones, and the fact that despite being all in the same grade at school, some of us are up to 364 days older or younger than others in the same grade. At an age where 364 days is a big deal.
All of which is to say that you will get what you want, although probably not on the timeline you now think you want. Relax and let it come. Desperation does no one any favors. Be a good, open, and interesting person for your own sake and that will make you desirable. And make you happy until the first GF, and between all the other countless GFs to come.
It’s also a good thing even aside from relationships. You want to be somebody who it’s worthwhile and interesting to be alone by yourself with, after all.
People who can do interesting stuff all on their own are also more attractive to others. But you’re the one who’s always going to be inside your own head, whether or not you’re doing things with other people. Don’t pick the things to learn/get good at according to what you think will interest others – pick the things to learn and get good at according to what suits you. (This isn’t necessarily what’s easiest to learn and get good at! Some things worth doing take work.) The people who are attracted either to those things, and/or to competence in general, will come around.
It may not be a thing any more but when I was in 7th and 8th grade all the parents (most anyway) sent their kids to the middle-school on some weekend evenings to have formal dance lessons. The boys had to wear jackets and ties and the girls skirts and white gloves.
Mostly the girls and boys clustered in groups on the opposite sides of the school gym where this was held until we were forced in one way or another to find a partner and dance (like a waltz dance…nothing modern).
It was painful but kinda cool in hindsight. I dunno. I have very mixed feelings about it even now.
Before I drop my unhelpful advice from an old, let me say that yes, it is painful, and your feelings are valid. Lots of people will tell you that in time they won’t matter, but that is sort of irrelevant. It hurts and you are lonely now, and that matters. Middle school in particular is a time of frustration, loneliness, awkwardness, and despair where you’ll feel ostracized and alone. We all sympathize.
The probably useless advice: Talk to girls. Moping around feeling sorry for yourself because you don’t have a girlfriend does absolutely nothing to help you get a girlfriend. Talking can be real hard, though.
Talk to people about things you find interesting. Some of those people can be girls, but feel free to practice on boys and adults. Learn how to not bore people with the topic if they aren’t interested. Learn how to not bore them when they are interested, instead find out why they’re interested, let them talk. And very importantly, learn how to not gatekeep if they are interested, but maybe in a different way than you (“you only like Formula 1 because of that Netflix show, you’re not a real fan” for a bad example of gatekeeping).
A very frustrating example from my life: A long time after I was in middle school, I found out that some of the girls I had nothing to talk to about with, they’re favorite book was Dune, they loved video games, they always wanted to play D&D but didn’t have anyone to play with, etc. So the whole time I was standing around not knowing what to say to them, we could have been talking about Lord of the Rings. That is the plural them, this wasn’t just one girl, but several.
Anyway, those were ultra-geeky topics in the 80s. Things I barely would talk about in public, let alone with a girl. Many girls probably weren’t interested in those things, but the few that were, those were the ones I could have been friends with. I don’t know what equivalent geeky things are now, and it doesn’t have to be geeky. If you can make a connection about cartooning or something, then that is worth pursuing.
This reminds me of something that might be relevant to our OP, since it’s about someone who is about his same age.
My daughter got into volleyball a few years back, and at a family reunion in the summer of '21, she was teaching it to her second cousins, one of which is about the same age as the OP. One cousin really got into the sport, and after returning home, asked his parents to be able to play regularly.
Fast forward to last year’s reunion and he had matured immensely. He was more patient, better-mannered, way more self-reliant, dependable, and - yes - interesting than before. He had always been a high-energy kid, and with something that he enjoyed and gave him direction, he made great strides in growing up.
It’s probably not all volleyball, as he is at an age where maturation can happen very quickly. Some of his growing up may have happened since his brother moved away to college, and he didn’t need to be a rival for parental attention. It’s hard to tease all the strands away from each other.
But in volleyball? He’s gotten good. His parents made a great choice of club, and he’s been soaking up coaching like a sponge. His team rolled through nationals last summer until the final day’s play, when they lost a tough three-setter to the eventual champions. And he made the all-tournament team for his age group and position. He’s got a goal - he wants to play for Stanford at the college level (unlikely to happen, but a great goal to have!)
But the OP doesn’t need some kind of national recognition for validation. As long as he’s doing something interesting, that really lights a fire within him, that takes work to achieve and gives him a payoff that he feels within himself - that’s the best way to do something that will interest others too. Could be lots of things - try some and see. Audition for a part in a play. Learn Photoshop. Go retro thrifting. Play pickup soccer. Learn tae kwon do. Make a birdhouse. Sew a button back on. Go out for track and field. Cook a meal. Code a small game instead of playing a big one. Read about the Thirty Years War. If you try something and it doesn’t interest you, drop it and try something else.
I hope you’re still tuned in, OP, because a lot of us are pulling for you!
Those painful dance things I was made to go to were almost certainly helpful in the end. Yeah I was awkward and unsure and scared and nervous but I think that forced socialization ultimately helped me some. Certainly staying at home would not have improved my ability to talk to girls/women (or anyone really).
Be yourself.
You cannot make yourself something you’re not. You can fake it for awhile. Possibly make a spectacle of yourself for brief periods but usually it’s smarter to just be you.
I can’t say how boys perceive these things but second hand(my brothers and son). I can tell you girls are just as worried and insecure.
Something, like magic?
C’mon, who doesn’t love a good card trick?! I’m convinced that if I knew some sleight of hand, oh you’d have seen a man with quite the dating legacy, my friend.
I’m just sayin’