I think we can come up with about a million answers to that. I came up with another answer for my laundry list of answers today, before school started. I was sitting next to my friend, we'll call him Red, cuz he's a ginger, and anyway, I was sitting next to him, and this dude comes up, and he's got bruises all up and down the sides of his neck. I'm just thinking "holy hera. please tell me those aren't hickeys." and thank heaven I wasn't really paying attention to when he was telling Red about him and his girlfriend, or ex-girlfriend, I don't even know, but anyway, he was saying that they'd had an "amazing Saturday," and was telling Red how this girl had given him all the ones on his neck, then apparently she gave him more all over his back. weeeiiiirrd. That's MY opinion of it anyway. Plus, he was all like "it felt so good." I really hate that statement. Anyway, guys in general are just weird, for the most part.
Sometime, eventually, I'll write about my first lovely kiss ^_^
Monday, January 25, 2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Could it be?
Last school year, in may, one of my friends, we'll call her Trisha, ended a once-in-a-lifetime relationship with her boyfriend. Or, correctly, he ended it, because, get this, while they were dating, she'd been crushing on and flirting like heck with like, 5 other guys, and she'd always tell him every detail to make him jealous. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore, so he ended it. I hadn't heard his end of the story, so I was going off of only what Trisha had told me, which was "he was treating me like crap, and he cheated on me, so I broke up with him."
About a month later, he, we'll call him Larry, told me the story from his perspective, which was much more believable than hers, because I'd witnessed some of the things he mentioned in his version of the story, and I'd never known him to tell a lie. He would text me every now and again on his sister's phone, to check up on Trisha, because he was still concerned about how she was doing. How's that for devotion? So, gradually, the conversations between me and him drifted away from Trisha, and grew more into friendly conversations. He had another girlfriend at the time, which he told me about sometimes, but within a week after we'd been talking, he'd broken up with her, just because they were very different.
Over the summer, I was working at the city pool as a lifeguard, and sadly, he didn't come and see ever, but I excused him for that, since we lived in different cities. I will admit, I had started to have a crush on him, and yes, behind Trisha's back...I knew I was gonna get it bad once she found out, but I'd done pretty good at keeping it under the radar for nearly 3 months. None of her friends even knew. I didn't trust anyone with the secret, for fear that Trisha would find out through one of her friends. I would rather prefer that she hear it from me, and not them.
However, during the summer, I did see him a few times. The first time, I could have sworn my head was going to explode. He'd invited me over to his house to watch a horror movie with him and some friends, and I hastily agreed, and on the way over to his house, I was a total wreck. I wouldn't stop applying lipgloss and more mascara. It was a nightmare.
The movie itself was absolutely terrible, but it scared the living daylights out of me, so afterward, we watched Hot-Rod to lighten the mood. He sat on the couch next to me, and the whole time, my head was floating on marshmallow clouds. He asked me a question, sometime during the movie, but it went in one ear and out the other, and I had to ask him to repeat it twice before I actually got it, and I didn't even know the answer. That was embarrassing.
So, yes, I was now crushing on my best friend's ex-boyfriend. Go ahead, label me as the world's biggest backstabber, but she'd messed up her relationship with him, so I felt no guilt whatsoever in attaching myself to him. Who knows, maybe he's the one?
About a month later, he, we'll call him Larry, told me the story from his perspective, which was much more believable than hers, because I'd witnessed some of the things he mentioned in his version of the story, and I'd never known him to tell a lie. He would text me every now and again on his sister's phone, to check up on Trisha, because he was still concerned about how she was doing. How's that for devotion? So, gradually, the conversations between me and him drifted away from Trisha, and grew more into friendly conversations. He had another girlfriend at the time, which he told me about sometimes, but within a week after we'd been talking, he'd broken up with her, just because they were very different.
Over the summer, I was working at the city pool as a lifeguard, and sadly, he didn't come and see ever, but I excused him for that, since we lived in different cities. I will admit, I had started to have a crush on him, and yes, behind Trisha's back...I knew I was gonna get it bad once she found out, but I'd done pretty good at keeping it under the radar for nearly 3 months. None of her friends even knew. I didn't trust anyone with the secret, for fear that Trisha would find out through one of her friends. I would rather prefer that she hear it from me, and not them.
However, during the summer, I did see him a few times. The first time, I could have sworn my head was going to explode. He'd invited me over to his house to watch a horror movie with him and some friends, and I hastily agreed, and on the way over to his house, I was a total wreck. I wouldn't stop applying lipgloss and more mascara. It was a nightmare.
The movie itself was absolutely terrible, but it scared the living daylights out of me, so afterward, we watched Hot-Rod to lighten the mood. He sat on the couch next to me, and the whole time, my head was floating on marshmallow clouds. He asked me a question, sometime during the movie, but it went in one ear and out the other, and I had to ask him to repeat it twice before I actually got it, and I didn't even know the answer. That was embarrassing.
So, yes, I was now crushing on my best friend's ex-boyfriend. Go ahead, label me as the world's biggest backstabber, but she'd messed up her relationship with him, so I felt no guilt whatsoever in attaching myself to him. Who knows, maybe he's the one?
Monday, January 18, 2010
Heartbreak
There was a time when I thought myself to be very much in love with this guy at my school. He shall remain nameless. This was last year, during my sophomore year. I hardly knew the guy at all, till my friend introduced me to him, but even then I didn't care that much for him. He was just there. Then, one evening, me and a bunch of friends went to a local theater to watch the latest play that was showing. He was there, and I ended up sitting next to him. It surprised me that he wanted to sit next to me, and half-way through the first act, he reached over and took my hand.
"Oh my gosh!" I thought. "What the heck?" THAT'S why he wanted to sit next to me. But what the heck? He'd barely even said two words me. During intermission, he didn't say a word to me. Second act, he held my hand again. I was soooooooo confused. When I got home, I got a message from a number I didn't recognize, and it was him. He apologized for if he freaked me out, then spilled his guts out that I was so pretty and he had the huge crush on me, yada yada yada. I was flattered, in short, but I was still a little freaked. Eventually I got over that, and I returned his affection. It went good for about 3 months, then he started acting weird, and for 3 more months, I tried to hold our relationship together, until my friend who'd introduced me to him told me that he'd been STEADY DATING a girl ever since before he even told me that he liked me. Jerk! It was pretty much over then. But boy, it hurt. Like nothing on the face of the planet. I had secretly written a song for him, about him, and I had planned to show it to him, but as soon as I heard that he'd been leading me on the whole time, that plan went totally down the toilet and clogged it. First heartbreak of a lifetime. Hopefully the last.
"Oh my gosh!" I thought. "What the heck?" THAT'S why he wanted to sit next to me. But what the heck? He'd barely even said two words me. During intermission, he didn't say a word to me. Second act, he held my hand again. I was soooooooo confused. When I got home, I got a message from a number I didn't recognize, and it was him. He apologized for if he freaked me out, then spilled his guts out that I was so pretty and he had the huge crush on me, yada yada yada. I was flattered, in short, but I was still a little freaked. Eventually I got over that, and I returned his affection. It went good for about 3 months, then he started acting weird, and for 3 more months, I tried to hold our relationship together, until my friend who'd introduced me to him told me that he'd been STEADY DATING a girl ever since before he even told me that he liked me. Jerk! It was pretty much over then. But boy, it hurt. Like nothing on the face of the planet. I had secretly written a song for him, about him, and I had planned to show it to him, but as soon as I heard that he'd been leading me on the whole time, that plan went totally down the toilet and clogged it. First heartbreak of a lifetime. Hopefully the last.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
What Isn't a Prince Charming.....
Over the years, I have met many of the male species, and many times have been gravely disappointed. Everyone knows how in Jr. High, it's like, mandatory to have at least one boyfriend. I had two, and ohhhhh boy was that a mistake.....
My first boyfriend was a guy named, well, we'll call him J.T. Anywho, it was just after we'd gotten done with the first school play of the year, Robin Hood. He played Friar Tuck. I was a "Merry Woman." He told me at school one day that he'd had a crush on me for the longest time. (Mind you, I was 12, and had only been exposed to one year of public school before this. I had NO IDEA WHAT TO YOU about it, cuz give me a break, even in 6th grade, I still believed that guys had cooties. So, he and I decided to "go out." *What a lame term* and anyway, that went on for about a month, and my conscience got to me, and I realized he was a complete weenie so I dumped him.
Funny thing happened though. While I was still technically dating him, we went to a murder mystery party, and afterward, when I had left, my friend (who had secretly had a crush on him for EVER)decided she was gonna have her own little sweet time with him. They went to a park and played on the playground and shared a pixi stick. No big deal. At least not to me. She however, came up to me the following day at school in a total MELTDOWN. I couldn't tell if she was crying or laughing or whatever, but she said "Jrdnn'Isuredapigzisticnwentoaparkafderyewlefft. I'm sorry..." I kid you not, the first sentence was just like that. So, I finally got it out of her that they'd SHARED A PIXI STICK AND WENT TO A PARK and I was totally fine with it. har har. At the end of the year, I dumped him cuz we went to a party and he was a total jerk, and he'd been acting like it was my responsibility to make him happy. yeah, not gonna happen! So I dumped him, but blamed it on my mom.
My next "boyfriend" shouldn't even count cuz it was only for three days. He asked me out, and on the second day, tried to get me to kiss him, so the next day, I dumped him. End of story.
In short, that's what doesn't fit the category of "my prince charming." No boyfriends in Jr. High. It's not a good idea.....
My first boyfriend was a guy named, well, we'll call him J.T. Anywho, it was just after we'd gotten done with the first school play of the year, Robin Hood. He played Friar Tuck. I was a "Merry Woman." He told me at school one day that he'd had a crush on me for the longest time. (Mind you, I was 12, and had only been exposed to one year of public school before this. I had NO IDEA WHAT TO YOU about it, cuz give me a break, even in 6th grade, I still believed that guys had cooties. So, he and I decided to "go out." *What a lame term* and anyway, that went on for about a month, and my conscience got to me, and I realized he was a complete weenie so I dumped him.
Funny thing happened though. While I was still technically dating him, we went to a murder mystery party, and afterward, when I had left, my friend (who had secretly had a crush on him for EVER)decided she was gonna have her own little sweet time with him. They went to a park and played on the playground and shared a pixi stick. No big deal. At least not to me. She however, came up to me the following day at school in a total MELTDOWN. I couldn't tell if she was crying or laughing or whatever, but she said "Jrdnn'Isuredapigzisticnwentoaparkafderyewlefft. I'm sorry..." I kid you not, the first sentence was just like that. So, I finally got it out of her that they'd SHARED A PIXI STICK AND WENT TO A PARK and I was totally fine with it. har har. At the end of the year, I dumped him cuz we went to a party and he was a total jerk, and he'd been acting like it was my responsibility to make him happy. yeah, not gonna happen! So I dumped him, but blamed it on my mom.
My next "boyfriend" shouldn't even count cuz it was only for three days. He asked me out, and on the second day, tried to get me to kiss him, so the next day, I dumped him. End of story.
In short, that's what doesn't fit the category of "my prince charming." No boyfriends in Jr. High. It's not a good idea.....
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