The College Dropout

Ah, let the story telling begin. Excited? You should be. Now even though I always wanted the perfect boyfriend, high school was a barren waste land for me. No boys liked me, and the ones that did never went anywhere. Hell I didnt even have my first kiss untill...dare I tell you?..I was 19. Except for the one guy that kind of forced this weird half assed peck on me when I was in 9th grade, but he was SUPER creepy, like wound up being a backyard wrestler, and most likely is a convicted felon by now. However that doesn't count, at least not to me. So four long years came and passed. I went from being the nerdy fat girl that always got made fun of, to the weird punk girl that wore knee high neon toe socks, Vans skate shoes and baggy jeans rolled up around my knees. Hey I didnt say I had amazing taste back then, much less any sense of style. However as I neared graduation I started to shed my weird awkwardness and became a somewhat normal looking girl. Alas as graduation neared, the prospect of a big university was right around the corner. The first taste of freedom, and along with that freedom opened the door to my first experiences with guys, and the search for love.

College, the word it self brings an onslaught of images, drinking, sex....drinking..and oh did I mention sex. This whole higher education is backed by the promise of many a night of plastic red cups, throwing up in bushes, and inevitably making some hefty mistakes.

The first guy I ever dated, the first guy I did...anything with..you know what I mean, I met in my freshman year of college. The first red blaring sign, that should have reached up and slapped me right in the face, was that I met him on the once popular networking site Myspace, which now happens to be the Detroit of the Internet. Even then I thought he was weird, he was a techno geek, and not to mention he was big into drugs. Pot, X, alcohol, pretty much anything that was mood altering was this guys breakfast lunch and dinner. Now, I have thought long and hard exactly why I gave up the big V to this guy of all the people in the world, and honestly I think it was the excitement of finally finding someone that paid attention to me. He told me I was pretty, he told me he liked me, he kissed me for real for the first time ever. Even that was slightly awkward, I remember being afraid, and feeling nervous knots in my stomach. Hey thats normal though. Eventually I think I convinced  myself to like him, and then, TADA, one rainy Wednesday night, it happend. Believe me it was nothing special, but afterwards I learned the fast hard lesson that when a boy is only 20 (well atleast 90% of them) there is only one thing that they want, and they are genetically inclined to do and say anything to convience a young girl to give just that to them. This relationship is what really started the snow balling affect of weird relationships and even stranger breakups.... Now I want you to take a minute and realize that I'm not writting this as some soppy sad story, believe me I have had my time during these relationships to be mad, and cry, and lash out, and have breakdowns, but honestly the ability to look back and find the comedy in these stories is what makes it feel like a closed chapter of my life, but we'll get more into that later down the road. Anyways, so what felt like an eternity, and what felt like true love (sad, HUGE mistake) came to an end only a few short months later. He had failed to tell me he wasn't "ready", not to mention the fact that he had left out he didnt want a girlfriend to begin with, had cheated on me countless times (5 or more girls) and had also, and most importantly, had to get an STD test, and we're talking for EVERYTHING people, because of the not so clean people he decided to stick it to...literally. So needless to say, I ended things, and in true first break up rituals, I lost my shit. But only for a minute, because not but a few days later, in true douchebag behavior, he thought he could try to fuck my best friend. She wasnt having any of it, of course all girls know that is the cardinal rule, "thou shall not lay with thy friends ex douchebag boyfriends.", and told me immediatly, and I saw the light.

And that people, is that for my second installment. There you have the somewhat condensed story of my first boyfriend, and the beginning of a long journey of the weird true and freaky of failed relationships you're likely to hear. Well, at least for awhile, unless you've got your own. More to come..Hope you enjoyed. : D