[Editor’s note: Seth Cohen was a fictional character on the tremendously popular FOX teen drama, “The O.C.” which ran from 2003-2007. If you have never heard of “The O.C.” we suggest you stop reading this and watch this video, then come back.]
I remember our first date like it was yesterday. We played Grand Theft Auto in the living room of your parents’ house while your “brother” watched from the pool house in your backyard.
You had short curly hair and wore the most adorable fitted t-shirt. My hair was huge, frizzy and curly. I also donned these adorable braces with big glasses – clearly all the eighth grade boys were chasing after me.
At 16 you were a few years older than me. I knew my mom would worry about her 13 year old daughter dating a high school boy so I kept you a secret for a while. Thursdays at 8 p.m. EST were our time. My mom thought I was still hanging out with Zack and Cody, but really my heart only hurt for you.
At 13 I still played with my Malibu Barbie on occasion. You didn’t judge me for it, in fact, you still played with your favorite toy horse too!
Remember that afternoon when we made Captain Oats and Malibu Barbie hook-up? Sick minds, us two. That’s why we got along so well.
Speaking of getting along, I don’t think we ever fought. I could tell you my problems and confess my undying love for you and you never said anything. You were such a great listener.
I would be lying though if I didn’t tell you that it didn’t hurt my feelings when you got with Anna Stern during the beginning of our four-year relationship. Anna was cool chick, but she was totally not right for you.
Listen, it wasn’t that I was mad that you cheated on me, I’m realistic, we lived on opposite coasts and you needed someone else to pass the time with till we could be together, but her? Really? To think I was nervous to tell you I was cheating on you with Jesse Mariano from Stars Hollow (don’t worry, it ended quickly. He broke my heart worse than you ever could).
I was really happy when that ended and you got together with Summer. Sure, I was sad that you didn’t think to buy a plane ticket to suburban Maryland and shack up with me, but what can you do. I don’t hold grudges.
When I was 14 I decided it was time for you to meet my parents. I hated keeping something that I loved a secret from them. I was surprised when they ended up loving you. My mom even bought the first season of our romance on DVD so I could relieve it during the summer. She’s so supportive of my relationship.
We didn’t see each other as much during the second year of our relationship. You were working at The Bait Shop and hanging out with your new friend Alex a lot. I was busy with school. And then when your “brother” was involved in the shooting of his other brother with his girlfriend and all hell broke loose.
But we reconnected during that third year. I think that’s when we really hit our stride. We knew each other so well and everything was new and exciting again. During Chrismukkah of that year we also celebrated your brother’s bar mitzah, one of my favorite memories.
I don’t think our relationship ever recovered from that loss. I don’t really remember much about the last year of our relationship. You see I was there, but I wasn’t present.
I realized then that our relationship had run its course. I didn’t have much time for you anymore. I was in high school and had friends. You were a grown man. We were at different places in our lives. It was time.
I think the last time I saw you was on your wedding day to Summer. I would be lying if it I said it didn’t sting a bit to see you commit yourself for eternity to someone who wasn’t me.
As for me, I’m doing okay. I haven’t found the “one” like you, but I’m getting there. Last week I went on date with this guy I met on Tinder and it was really cool. We had a real two-way conversation which was weird. He was nice, but I don’t know. I just didn’t feel the spark.
I was dating this guy Charlie for a while, he was on this show called Girls, but he abruptly left at me. Jerk. I should have known better than to trust a hipster from Brooklyn.
I don’t know why I decided to write this letter to you Seth Cohen. I think I just wanted to let you know that I still think about you, especially when I’m in a coffee shop and “Soul Meets Body” by Death Cab plays through the radio.
But I really just wanted to thank you for being nice to me when so many boys weren’t. It can be tough to be a 13 year old girl.
Actually, if we are being honest, it can be pretty tough to be a 22 year old woman, too.
You made life a little easier for us odd single ladies. Thanks for being one of the good guys.
I’ve never forget you Seth Cohen.
Till we meet again.