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As most of you know by now, my ex boyfriend past has been peppered with idiot scumbag losers who all mostly deserve to be left on a deserted island for some vultures to find and dine on.
Amazingly enough I do have some decent men in my past. Some nice guys who…
Ok, no I don’t. Even the “nice” ones turned into assholes eventually. For example, I was in lust with this one guy forever and a day. I would sit in church and drool over him. When he looked at me, I think my insides melted. I paid more attention to the back of his head than I did to what the pastor was talking about. After years of me silently lusting after him, he found out and… well I am not going to tell you… I will save his drama for another day. BUT, I will tell you that he ended up breaking up with me via a letter. And it wasn’t a very nice letter either. I still have the letter too… The letter where he compared me to a used car that he loved but it would be more affordable to just buy a new car instead of spending money to “repair” his precious used car. What an idiot.
Now where was I?
MySpace.
MySpace has to be one of the stupidest inventions ever. I don’t understand it. I don’t see the appeal of using it.. and 99% of the page designs look like trash and you can’t read anything on them. Bright colors, goofy backgrounds. I can not stand it!
But more so than the ugly pages, I hate it because it’s like a portal to my past – not that I am trying to run from it. But if there is a bobo I would prefer to never hear from again, he will indeed find me on MySpace. This weekend, another one surfaced… not so much a loser, just a faded memory.
His name rhymes with Moose1 and he had the most beautiful blue eyes and the softest pink lips. We never really dated, but every now and then, in my attempt to act like a slut, I would let him kiss me. His mouth was perfection to me2 … and his kisses sent me into a dream-like trance. I don’t even remember how we began our kissing adventures, but I didn’t mind it at all.
The climax of our kissing adventures happened during summer school one year when my mother felt I needed to find something to do other than spending my summer at home in front of the TV. If only she knew what I was actually spending my summer doing… because it certainly wasn’t learning.
He and I would meet after classes and make out until our next class. We would meet up again after school until it was time to head home. And then, just as quickly as it all began the summer ended and so did we.
I would occasionally see him around town and we’d wave at each other. Eventually I moved away and that was the last I saw of him. Until last night. On MySpace.3
I didn’t even think he knew my last name.
I guess it’s moments like this that I feel my most flattered. To think that something that happened so long ago would still be in his mind. That I would be on his mind. I was his summer girlfriend. That’s it. We didn’t even go to the same school! But for some reason he decided to reach out and say hey..
I really hope he’s the last one.
- or goose, choose, use [↩]
- whatever perfection was at 15 yrs old [↩]
- the very first thing I did was look to see if he still had those perfect lips. [↩]
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