So, I'm having a really shitty day and thought it would be appropriate to tell you this funny, awful (and kinds sad) story!
I was about 15 dating my very first boyfriend,
his name is "J", he had just turned 21, stocky build, about 5'10, he was spanish and white, and had a very diverse group of friends, which led to a bit of an identity crisis.. he seemed to be a rocker, break dancer, rapper, skater punk.. some would call him a poser. BUT he was the first person to talk to me in my new church (lol) I don't know why my mom even approved, he was a mess.
I, an awkward teenager 15 going on 16, 5'4, chubby, shy, hiding behind long hair and glasses, was just happy to have someone notice me for once (I was an ugly duckling and was picked on a lot growing up.) So I ignored the fact that he was a moron and entertained the idea of having someone's hand to hold.
J always tried to pressure me into having sex, but I was a virgin and I wasn't even slightly interested in having sex with him, his mom wouldn't even let me come over to watch TV and I didn't have my own room at home! So I wasn't exactly looking to get busy with this kid in the bushes somewhere. it's just not how I envisioned my first romantic rendezvous. Haha.
I guess this probably has something to do with why my very first Valentine's day with a boyfriend was complete shit.
J didn't have a car, so he took the bus to come see me, the day before Valentine's day, I walked him to the bus stop and he said if he couldn't come over to see me, he would DEFINITELY call me.
So February 14th comes, J doesn't show up at my door. He doesn't call.
15th. He doesn't show up at my door begging my forgiveness for ruining my first Valentine's day. He doesn't call.
16th, 17th, 18th, he doesn't show up at my door with a box of chocolates, a single flower, or an explanation as to why I haven't heard from him, and once again, he doesn't call.
Finally he comes to church and briefly apologizes, doesn't really explain what happened, acts as though nothing is wrong!
A day or two later, he leaves me a message breaking up with me.
I can only assume he was spending his Valentine's day with someone who was willing to put out.
Whatever!!
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BONUS ENDING!!!
The next month (March) was my birthday, I saw him at church and we talked and decided to get back together because I'm a stupid girl and I liked having someone to hang out with.
He comes to my sweet 16, my family buys him dinner, he doesn't thank them, we see each other once more, and he disappears again, doesn't call, doesn't come over.
He calls me a few days before Easter telling me he will be at church and he is so excited to see me!
I was confused because I had at this point just assumed we were broken up and went about my business because I no longer cared.
he kept messaging me and calling me saying he would be at church soon, so I decided I'd just officially break things off and tell him to eat a bag of dicks.
So he finally arrives, comes up like nothing is wrong! like he didn't disappear for almost two weeks!
I take him aside, tell him I don't think things will work out, but he then refuses to take no for an answer, tells me things will be better and he has more time for me now, he loves me, blah blah blah.
I decide that enough is enough and say "This isn't working, I don't love you anymore!"
He's fucking SHOCKED! (hahaha)
I shit you not, he went to the corner of the foyer and sat and cried in front of everyone.
What. The. Fuck.
I left, it was weird, I had to leave.
So THEN.
The next day, at like.. 7AM I have a call. and I realize I have about 30 voicemails.
J is on his way to my house, he wants to talk. He wants me back.
He was disheveled, crying, looked psychotic.
That's when my mom decided that enough was enough, she told him he needed to go and he begged her to let him date me again.
She drove him home.
J has issues.
We did not date again.
=D
