So I’m going to go back almost 6 years to my freshman year in high school. (That makes me feel really old saying that wow) I was single. I had never had a boyfriend. Everyone dated in middle school it felt like but me. There was this guy though in my freshman composition class that I really liked. We flirted a little bit. And so fall turned into winter and winter turned into spring and he still hadn’t asked me to hang out or anything. There was a sadie hawkins dance coming up at our school and after going through all of the scenarios in my head of what if he said no, I decided to ask him because otherwise I might regret it. In what my have been one of the scariest moments of my life until then he said yes! I was shocked and excited and really really nervous. I am a horrible dancer. Thankfully the dance was held at a place with foosball so we ended up playing foosball with some of my friends and talking the whole night. Oh we danced to one song. It was “Your Beautiful” by James blunt. Which turned out to be pretty Ironic since we never kissed, never hung out, and rarely talked after that night. It was sooo awkward.
Now to fast forward one year. I am over guy #1 although he is still good looking. But there is guy #2 now. I would msn with him every night and we would stay up talking about life, our worst fears, girls/guys, parents, school and everything else. He was so nice. And I had a crush on him for a good 4 months. It sucked though. He kept telling me about all of the girls he liked but didn’t like him in the same way. All the while I was sitting there thinking ” I LIKE YOU ” Eventually he asked me out. My first actual boyfriend :) I was thrilled. Some of my friends…one of my friends didn’t approve. He was in the wrong crowd. He was overweight. He didn’t dress right. Quite frankly I didn’t care. His personality was fantastic. His laugh filled up the hallway. He was my teddy bear. He gave great hugs and smelled fantastic. I had my first kiss 4 days before my 16th birthday. And by first kiss I mean first peck on the lips from a boy. That was two months after we had been dating. We dated three more months after that. We kissed a few more times, but it was always one of those awkward pecks. During this time it was really awkward. We definately liked each other, but my parents are a bit overwhelming so we couldn’t sit together and watch a movie, or talk because my parents were in the next room. He didn’t like that and didn’t want to come over often. We started hanging out less and less. And it got to the point that I was always calling him and he never would call me just to say hi. I found out not long before we broke up that he has dropping out. Did I learn this from him? Oh no. I heard it from 2 guys in my class when I was at work. They didn’t even ever talk to him so how they knew and not me set me off. As undramatic as this all sounds typed up it was dramatic at the time. I called him after waiting a week for him to call me. I asked him to explain himself and what is going on with us. And we broke up in a I’m better than you not quite yelling but really loud talking match. Not a pretty break up. A week later one of his best friends commits suicide. Shit. I still care about him. I send a msn message to see if he needs anything. I was going to go be with him but I had to go out of town. A little while later he sends me another message saying its best that I don’t see him. He just wanted to be with people who knew his friend well. And I didn’t see him for 3 months. Right before I left for D.C. it was more than over then. I still had some feelings, but boys were dumb and I wanted nothing to do with them. I wanted absolutely nothing to do with them.
The next part of the story will shift to Washington D.C. Where the real story starts.