I remember sitting in my bedroom getting my Halloween outfit ready when my sister came home with her new boyfriend "B" for the first time. When I say Halloween outfit I do not mean costume, I mean outfit. It was pumpkin earrings and some horrible shirt. My sister and "B" walked in the doorway. She introduced him. He said "cool earrings." I remember thinking that having a boyfriend would be so cool. I thought he was serious about the earrings. Hindsight is 20/20.
I guess my first official boyfriend was in the 5th grade. "S" was alright I guess. He was a romantic. He requested "Last Dance With Mary Jane" by Tom Petty on the radio for me. He called and said, "Turn on the radio." This was my favorite song. I am sure there were not many other 5th grade girls that were huge Tom Petty fans. "S" also let me wear his Hornets Starter jacket. This, I thought, made me awesome. I am pretty sure there is a homeless man downtown that wears the same exact jacket. I wonder if it is THE jacket. "S" also bought me this rose thing from a convenience store. I thought it was sweet. Now I realize it was probably a crack pipe. I remember going to the movies with him. He wanted to kiss me. I declined. I said it was because I had braces and was afraid of getting stuck. The truth was I didn't love him. I wanted to save that moment for someone really special. Someone special that I met on the Internet.
My Internet boyfriend was the start of a string of bad relationship events that defined my "I am whoever my boyfriend is years." That is a story for a different day.
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