I realized a few days ago that I have yet to mention any news about a man, or a relationship that I've had with a boy, aside from that awesome* date with Nosebleed. So, now I will.
Here's a bit of a background for you: I met a cute boy in 7th grade. I liked him. A lot. Problem: he was dating my best friend. So, he was off limits. I forgot about him over the summer, but in 8th grade, I fell even harder for him. By 9th grade, I was in love with him. Tenth grade came, and I realized I needed to get over him. I really, really tried. I couldn't do it. Eleventh grade, he got a girl pregnant. That helped the whole Getting Over Process, but he still talked to me. Off and on, of course, because..he's a little bipolar. He claims that he graduated early, but...I think he dropped out of high school after his pregnant ex girlfriend (which he fathered) gave herself an abortion. He also did drugs. Sounds like a winner, right?
When he and I would talk, our conversations would basically go like this:
Boy: Will you flash me?
Me: No.
B: Pleaseee?
Me: H... no.
Like I said, he was a winner.
Let me tell you something else: I've never had a boyfriend. Nosebleed didn't count. (PS: It's his birthday today. FYI) And I wanted a boyfriend. Bad.
In junior high, I knew this boy so well, I would text him and put money on what he would say in response. I got rich fast. Also, I was super immature in 7th grade, and, part of 8th. So, I thought it'd be really funny if I told him my cousin was pregnant, and had him talk to 'her' AKA me. Desperate might be a better word. Anyway...I thought I was so sneaky. I wasn't. He found out.
But like I said, I was in love with him. I have pretty much every conversation from 7th grade on saved on my computer, and somedays, I read them over and over and over again. I thought I'd be over him, and then I'd read a conversation, and be right back where I started from. It suh-ucked.
My friend and I decided that he might possibly be, one of the most horny people to ever walk this earth. Here is why: In 9th grade, my friend and I were having a sleepover. I had a webcam. He had asked before for me to take off my shirt so that he could see. I always had said no. But, that night, I was hyper, daring, and definitely not myself. I took off my shirt. He couldn't see anything that anybody else hadn't, and I wanted to keep it that way. The next day, he talked to me again, and told me to just 'pretend' to take my shirt off. I told him it'd be hard to do since my dad was sitting right next to me.
After that, he talked to me off and on. It was awkward when we had math together. It hit a new level of awkwardness when we were assigned to sit next to each other. I thought I would die. I figured I just wouldn't say anything to him, and then I'd be okay. One day I told him he was retarded. Yep...death glare. On days that he actually came to class, he would just look at me. So that was weird. Another day, he stole my phone off of my desk, and wouldn't give it back. Coincidently, guess who didn't come to class the day after that?
The summer in between 10th and 11th grade, we talked a lot. Or, at least, we did right before school started. But I didn't flash him. I remember vividly the first day of school: we had just gotten out of physics, and I was standing in the hall talking to three friends. I looked cute, and he sat on the heater and just stared at us.
Basically, he would talk to me for two weeks, and then he'd ignore me for a month. And then he would just text me when he was horny.
His birthday was last Monday. So, I texted him and just said 'Happy birthday.' He didn't say anything, which..I didn't expect him to. The last time we talked, he said it'd be best to not text ever again. I was fine with that, so I never held my breath. Thursday night, I was driving around, and I texted and asked if he had a good birthday. Again..wasn't holding my breath. 1:30 that night, my phone went off. He asked what I was doing, and I said hanging out. He asked where, and I said my house. He told me he was horny, and I just said 'awkward...' He said sorry, and I told him that I wasn't like that anymore, and I wasn't sure that I ever was, since I never went to meet him. He told me he wished that I was. I asked why, and he told me that he wanted to do stuff with me for a while, and he wished he had the chance.
The next night, I was with a friend, and he asked if I was sure I didn't want to do anything. I said 'pretty sure.' Later, I texted him and said that I didn't mean to be rude, but I was on a date, so it was bad timing. He wanted me to come pick him up.
Last night, he texted me and wanted me to drive 3 and a half hours home, so that we could hang out. At midnight. I told him he was crazy, and it was a bad idea, and I didn't want to fall asleep on the road, and...I had no gas money, and I had class at 10 this morning. He really wanted me to come. I told him that maybe we could hang out the next time I went home in a couple of weeks. He said that'd be fine, and well..we just aren't going to. I'm waiting for a text from him tonight..
Anyway...if any boys are reading this, he claims that he 'needs' things. Pictures, oral stimulation, what have you. Uhh...liar. A need, according to Merriam Webster, is: a requirement, obligation, a lack of something requisite, desirable, or useful, requiring supply or relief, or the lack of the means of substinence: poverty. Basically, food, water, love. That's what you need. Not action, ya horn dog.
End rant.
*Please note the sarcasm.
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