Yeah, I always thought that the mention of the lovely--uh, Rosamund? Rosalind? Rosasomething, I seem to recall--was rather a dead giveaway that this story was not quite the tale of Wuv, TWU Wuv that it gets made out to be. Sounds about right for a story of rampant teenage hormones, though.

Also, the part where his friends basically point out "Romeo, bro, you fall in passionate love like this pretty much every damn week" rather destroys his credibility. I'm sure he's quite sincere about his love until someone fresh and new walks by ...