Having a boyfriend came at a very early age for me and my friends. In kindergarten we all had crushes. Some of those crushes eventually turned into having a boyfriend. This only meant that no one else could like that boy. In first grade came kissing tag, and by the time we were in third grade we not only had boyfriends, we married them at recess. Veil, vows, rings and all. The best part came the next day when we had divorce court and divorced from our recess marriage. Fourth and fifth grade dawned the days of boys vs. girls. Sixth grade brought a truce and the boyfriends were back. This time we were brave enough to hold hands, but never speak or look at each other...
Junior high was much like 6th grade. Having a boyfriend really meant nothing.
Along came high school...
At first I only went on dates. No single boy caught my fancy. Sophomore and junior year were filled with fun dating, but never anything "serious." Senior year started out much the same. And then along came Smarty Pants. He was shy. I was not. Something about him drew me in. Our friends did everything they could to get us together, and then one day we were dating. We spent so much time together. We were "in love." Then we broke up, and then got back together, and then broke up again. (My friends hated this) We broke up again. I was miserable. We tried to be friends. It was hard. I am a flirt to the core and quickly found new suitors. Nothing ever "serious" until the day I graduated. There was one particular boy that I LOVED to flirt with. He was so fun. He shall be called Mr. Bowling. Mr. Bowling and I had a wonderful time together at our all-night graduation party. Our relationship grew from there. Summer was amazing because of him; going to fireworks, having bonfires, and just playing in the park. The end of summer came. We both knew that it would be hard to keep our relationship going. We were going to different universities and we both knew it was time to move on. This break-up wasn't as hard.
College started. I was so intimidated. I didn't even think about dating for a whole month. Something weird happened. Smarty Pants came back into my life. We quickly fell in love again. We talked about getting married after his mission. This did not last very long. One day we quite talking. It was over. I was so broken. My roommates had to get me going everyday and keep me happy. I cried a lot. After a while I was back to my flirting. At the end of the school year, I met the Jerk. He didn't start out as the Jerk. My best friend Jamie gave him my number and we hit it off very quickly. We had fun for a while and then I started noticing little things about him that were not very good. He started smoking and swearing around me. I was stupid and did not run. I ignored the warnings I was getting and just went right on dating the kid. One night we were at his house alone. He had his mind set on more then a few kisses. I refused. He called me awful names. I left. I hated him.
I moved back to school. I didn't date much that year. I had my eye on a few boys, but somewhere along the way I had lost my flirt. That summer was also void of dating.
Junior year of college started. I had my eye on a cute boy, but I was still wary about dating. I just didn't try. One weekend I was at home and my best friend Jamie wanted to go to breakfast. A group from high school went. We had so much fun. I was reunited with an good friend that I crushed on in high school. We started talking more. He came up a few times and I helped him get ready for school the next fall. I moved home. We started hanging out more. We went to our friends wedding party. That night I knew I liked him A LOT. It was another summer filled with fun. This time was different though. He made me want to be better. We went to institute together. Everything we did was so uplifting. One night we were talking and he brought up that he wanted to be just friends. Instead of crying or feeling hurt I felt peaceful. He became my best friend. We both moved up to school. I met new boys. I started spending a lot of time with the Geek. The Geek was sooo good to me. He took me to a fancy place for my birthday. I liked him a lot. For a week we didn't talk. I was worried. On Friday we talked. He told me he was done doing the church thing. We stayed together. That didn't last very long. He broke up with me. I was hurt (I always am).
Life moved on and here I am. We will see what the future brings.
No comments:
Post a Comment