My mean love life....Part I

The earliest imposition on my singles days that I can remember was little Scottie Jones in the 8th grade. He was the cool kid, a bit chubby then, that has the coolest spikey hair. We had been friends for years, and I remember in Jr. High it was the cool thing to “go out”. Which for Scottie and I meant, holding hands, not talking, dedicating the song “bubba shot the jukebox” at the town family dance, not kissing, and not looking at each other directly for more than 2 seconds. It was great! The butterflies, the tingles, and then I was bored. So of coarse I did what any bored 8th grader would do, and I had my friend Devon call him up and break up with him for me. And I was done with him.
Then I flew solo for a couple of years, writing cheesy letters and receiving even cheesier. Like a letter I wrote to a friend named Tim asking him who he liked in what was probably the lamest, least subtle way ever. And receiving his answer of, “the girl I like is really good at around the world (the basketball game that I had just beat him at the night before). Again, slight tingles, a few butterflies, but nothing ever came of anything until sophomore year. The tall, dark, skinny guy with great hair…Stacy. He was a junior and we had Spanish class together. We had flirted for a long time, and then one magical night at a school dance, we were dancing to, “I will always love you”, by Whitney Hou

ston, and he asked, in a very fragmented way, “will you…..go out…..with me?.
Of course I said yes! I was soo excited. And this relationship went a step farther than the pervious with Mr. Jones. We actually talked…a lot. He would leave flowers on my doorstep, to which my dad would ask, “Who are these from?”. I would tell him I didn’t know. Then Staci would tell me the next day that he took them out of the Shelly’s yard. Awww, how wonderfully cheap of him. We went to prom together, held hands everywhere, went to baseball games together, and then I broke up with him. I don’t remember how, and I don’t remember why, but it’s all for the better, he’s now married to my best childhood friend Celeste.
Part II coming....