Tales of the High School Singletons: YOUR Stories!

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No we don’t, but from what it seems like, it looks like a music website or something. We’ll check it out. Thanks! -Sadie

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Never heard of the website. Please keep in mind that this is solely for questions on help with love/school lives or improvement on our website. Thanks

-Sadie

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Ok. So it’s my junior year and me & my girlfriend at the time were on a break, of sorts. At this point, im enjoying not being with anyone because it gave me “more freedom” to be an idiot with random girls. That’s what it sums up to. Anyways, there was this sophmore girl who i thought was pretty cute, and she was athletic. she was on the school softball team. she had
long, curly brown hair, light hazel-ish eyes with a hint of green, and a smile to die for. She had no idea who i was, so that was my mission of spring 2007.
One afternoon, my friend, Nicole asked me what i was up to.
“Nothing really, maybe go home, play some guitar hero, doritos and sleep. Why?” i replied. She’d basically invited me to go check out the game. So, out of desparity for fun with friends,
I attended the game. what was there to lose? Dignity, for sure. What was there to gain? a new love intrest, hopefully.
At the ballgame, i was in the bleachers cheering away for our team and i saw Tonya go up to bat. She was the perfect combo of sexiness, mixed with some athleticism and it turned me on always.
“Yeah tonya! go tonya! Wooo! Tonya Rules” i screamed, as the rest of the crowd tried their hardest
to ignore. She’d noticed my cheers and decide to blow me a kiss, and then i was sold. i said to myself, my god i think i love this girl. Of course, i was putting all my hopes into emptiness, due to the fact that we didnt know anything about each other.
The next day at school, i saw her in line in the cafeteria. i immidiately decided to improv some small talk to warm up the mood between us.
“Oh wow, Tonya hey! i totally didnt know you had this lunch period. That’s amazing, the scheduling process in this school. What are the odds” i said very awkwardly, hoping the gods of romance can erase those dreadful last 12 seconds.
“Hey Shane, i saw you at the game yesterday cheering us on” she replied.
“Correction sweetheart, i was cheering You on,” i said, very smoothly.
I can tell that she enjoyed the conversation because her cheeks kept getting redder and redder with each smooth line. Eventually, she gave me her number and instructed me to give her a call anytime and for once in this romantic life of mine, i felt accomplished.
The first time i called her, we spoke for a good half an hour. i mean, this conversation was the definition of flirting. It was filled with classics such as “oh, i wish you were here”, “your so sweet, boo”, and who could forget the oh-so memorable “you have my heart, babe”. From this conversation on, we start building a mutual, flirtatious environment between us.
After several months, i decide, wow i really enjoy this. Maybe, we can move this further into the next step. And so i begin to let tonya know
how im feeling about us and what i think would be a great decision, and imidiately, she denies that any of the flirting was intended. I’m like, hold on, pause the game. Are you telling me that all of the things you said, were just sentences grabbed out of thin air? Basically, whats she’s telling me by this is that this was an uphill battle, that lead straight downhill. If i would have known that i was going to waste time, energy and emotion for nothing, i wouldve put that energy into a video game or something.
And so, I will never know how sweet it is to kiss Tonya, or hold her hand in public.

WHERE ARE THEY NOW: TONYA

Tonya is Still single, and Still flirting with boys.

Tate Fierce was his name. No, not really-he changed it when he came to school (His real name was Dave Violét). We’ve been really close friends since 2nd grade. We’ve had an on and off relationship throughout elementary and middle school, but our bond became stronger starting mid-middle school throughout the rest of high school. Tate was in most of my classes throughout middle school. We always sat next to or behind each other. He was always a Ladies’ Man-and the ladies loved him. He was incredibly good looking, but his looks just became increasingly handsomer as he aged. He was African American, tall, buff, either had a shaved head or just a thin sheet of hair (or if he did grow out his hair, he had cornrows sometimes), beautiful, brown eyes with long lashes that just glistened at you, and had one of the best smiles: he had such pearly whites that they out shined the room. His smile was contagious; if he smiled, then you automatically smiled back. You just couldn’t control it. No matter how much of a Ladies’ Man Tate was, he had a place in his heart for me. He always wanted to make me smile and laugh. He would always ask me to laugh for him, and told me all the time that I had the greatest smile. He definitely had a thing for me. Again, I can’t remember everything from middle school, but I remember him always teasing me when he sat behind me. Middle school boys don’t know any better, so he’d just poke my back in the middle of class and I’d always get in trouble for giggling or talking to him. I remember a few times he asked me out in middle school, but I wasn’t sure if I was ready for a relationship in 7th grade. He pulled me aside one day; “Hey, Sadie…”, Tate giggled. “Yeah?”, I replied questioningly. “….Would you go out with me?”, Tate said with a big smile as he was still giggling. I smiled back myself, “Well….I’m not sure if I’m around this weekend…”. Was I serious?! I wasn’t sure what was going through my head at that moment. But now that I think about it, how could I have rejected Mr. Ladies Man? “Okay, that’s cool. Another time, girl!” There was not really another time. He just stopped as he figured out I wasn’t interested at the moment. I don’t really recall much from the rest of 7th through 8th grade asides the fact that he was just constantly teasing me and being all cutesy and flirty. However, a lot more started to happen in 9th grade, the era of my Warren, Billy, and Vaughn love triangle—Tate just made it into a love square. Tate was in my biology class along with Vaughn. I was lab partners with Tate before Vaughn. Again, he pulled the same middle school shit by always distracting me in class and making me laugh. This didn’t help as I was in the front of the class. This was around the time Yung Joc’s song ”It’s Goin’ Down” came out. Tate got so much amusement out of me since he taught me the dance. He’d make me do the dance during lab time. But he was just doing this since he liked me. I remember when Tate finally got a hold of my cell phone number. Because we were lab partners, we’d do all of our work together, and he obviously loved my help/company. I gave him my number so if he needed help with something, he was more than welcome to call me. …That wasn’t the case every time. I remember getting a call while I was doing my homework. “Sadie, turn on the TV! ‘It’s Goin’ Down’ is on!!!” I ran to the nearest TV to turn on MTV. And then I saw Yung Joc with a bunch of ladies dancing the same exact dance that Tate taught me. I never heard the song until I tuned in. “Well, what do you think?”, asked Tate. “Yeah, it’s a good song…”, I replied. “So, now practice the dance!”, Tate said with excitement. Nah, I didn’t practice. It was already a simple dance. I flailed my wrists when they said “Meet me at the mall”, and then bounce up and down when they said “It’s goin’ down”. Yeah, definitely didn’t need a lot of brain work. The next day, Tate rushed to sit next to me and asked if I practiced. I white lied and said I did. He was pleased to know that I knew the dance. And for the next few days, he kept asking me to do it. He definitely liked knowing that a white girl could dance. A few weeks later, we had a big lab report due. I was calmly working on the computer until he called me. “Hey Sadie, what was the homework?” He obviously knew. This was just an obvious excuse to talk to me. “We got that lab report due Friday. Remember?” “Oh yeah…..” You definitely knew, Captain Obvious. I wound up helping him for about a good hour or so. He got off track a lot too just because he wanted to stay on the phone with me for as long as he could. Another event in science class that was entertaining with Tate was when we had to dissect a frog. Oh man, that was disgusting as it was, but Tate definitely made it bearable for me. He was so enthusiastic about it. He knew I was getting nauseous by the sight of it, so he decided he’d do most of the gritty work for me. Every time we found a frog’s body part listed on the worksheet, he’d always give me a high five. He was so enthused that it was hilarious. This was what I loved about Tate: his unbearable charm. We wound up in the same history class in 10th grade. Tate had a lot of competition as most of the boys were flirting with me, including Kenny (you will find out more about him weeks to come). Kenny was also a wannabe Ladies’ man. He’d try to always sit next to me first, work with me, flirt with me, and Tate would get jealous. It was like they fought over me silently. Every time Kenny talked to me, Tate would ignore me the rest of the class. Every time Tate talked to me, Kenny would be silent. Didn’t realize boys could be such girls sometimes. 11th grade. No classes together. We did see each other in the hallway though frequently. Sometimes I’d bump into him in the library. Weirdly this was the first question he asked me; “How’s your mom?” My mom?! Tate and I have been friends for ever, and he did know my mom. Did he have a thing for her too?! “…She’s good!” “Well, tell her I said hi! Man, I love her!” Instead of “Stacy’s mom has got it going on”, now it was “Sadie’s mom has got it going on”…didn’t realize my mom was a MILF. Tate knew I also wanted to go into fashion at the time. He always saw my design ideas and repeated to me every time he saw them; “Wow—Sadie you’re going to be famous. And please don’t forget about me—I want to model for you!” “Of course!”, I said half-promisingly. I didn’t really design menswear at the time, but hopefully he wouldn’t have minded wearing a dress… Tate was weird because there were some days I’d see him in the hallway and I’d say “Hey!”, but didn’t respond back and completely ignored me. Then there were days where he’d be way too happy to see me and be very over-the-top ecstatic. He was quite the puzzle, I must say. Senior year. We weren’t in any classes together, but I saw him around quite a lot. He was really good friends with another guy that had a HUGE crush on me, Joey (you will hear more about him much later on. And let me tell you, that is one of my best stories yet. Stay tuned!). He always got my attention around Joey, showered me with compliments, and being a Captain Obvious as it was. This happened every time Tate was with Joey. I’m not going to give away too much about Joey since you will read about him much later on. You’ll find out what Tate says (indeed I’m leaving anticipation here!). Tate and I are still good friends. We still text often or IM. I remember getting a text from him randomly around Thanksgiving time, which was one of the nicest surprises, since I was going through hard times around then. Still thinking about my times with Tate makes me smile. Even if nothing happened romantically, I still got amusement out of his flirts and he appreciated my company. We may not be as tight as we used to be, but we still have a place for each other in our hearts.
—Sadie Crew

I “liked” Vaughn starting in 8th grade until some of 9th grade. He was of Italian descent; tan, hazel eyes, short, black, buzz-cut athlete hair, and an adorable smile-he had a bit of a baby face. I started off as good friends with him. I invited him to hang out, go to parties, etc. He was a lot of fun to hang out with, especially since he had a great sense of humor. He became bros with one of my friends at the time in 7th grade, Ryan, so it was easier to chill with him. I mean what was there to not like about Vaughn? He was athletic, extremely good looking, and charming. He was in my band class throughout middle school. My friend, Alicia, was in band with me too. Alicia was acquainted with him, but not as close with him as I was. One winter night, in 8th grade, Alicia and I went ice skating. We were having typical 8th grade girl talk about boys. She suddenly stopped me mid-conversation: “Do you like Vaughn?” “No…why ask?”, I replied while trying to hold back my smile. “Yeah, you do….”, Alicia teased. “No! Stop! We’re just friends!”, I said as I couldn’t take Alicia’s nagging. And then it hit me. Why was I constantly smiling whenever Alicia mentioned Vaughn’s name? Maybe because I had a bit of a crush on him… “Okay, fine Alicia! I do like Vaughn!” “I knew it!…What’re you going to do about it?” “….not sure” And so we just continued skating. Then came Monday. Back to school after a nice weekend. Every time I saw him in the hallway I’d giggle like a school girl—because I was. Especially in band class; I couldn’t resist his athletic charm. The great thing about this was that he was actually nice to me. He made me laugh all the time and seemed like may have liked me back. I can’t quite recall too much of these episodes since this mostly happened in middle school, but one occasion I remembered was Valentine’s Day: the day where we handed out over-priced pink and white wrapped candy and cheesy, generic, cartoon character cards to our friends. But I wanted to make this day extra special for Vaughn and I. I had no idea to tell him I had a crush on him. So the genius 8th grader of I resorted to a Hershey Kiss. I rummaged through the Hershey Kiss bag to see which wrapper said “Be My Valentine”….And I found it! Then came band class. He played the trombone, and I played the flute. He was a few rows behind me. After class I stopped him as he was packing up. “Hey Vaughn, I got something to give you.” Vaughn looked at the Hershey Kiss. “Read it!”, I said bashfully. Vaughn opened up the Kiss and read the little sheet of paper inside. Be…my…Valentine. Vaughn smiled as he read the note. “So, Vaughn, will you be my valentine?” I asked nervously. “Sure, Sadie!” he replied giggly. It was a slightly awkward moment with a rush of accomplishment. “Well, see ya later!”, I responded happily. What did this mean that he was my Valentine? That he was my boyfriend? I was so happy but wasn’t sure what to do with myself at the moment. Definitely a goal that I didn’t fail with a boy this time. There was only so much I could remember about 8th grade. But I have some more memories with Vaughn from 9th grade… Vaughn wound up in my biology class. He was really good friends with one of my best friends, Tate (you will hear more about eventually), who was also in my biology class. I switched lab partners between Vaughn, Tate, and Cal. They were all entertaining experiences, but being lab partners with Vaughn was quite interesting. Yes, I liked Warren at the time, but I still flirted with Vaughn. When he was my lab partner, he’d make me giggle all the time. He’d just start saying things that were ridiculous and immature. For example, he’d stop me in the middle of class and whisper, “You know what….poop….”. I was vulnerable to potty humor, so I’d start to crack up hysterically. He knew my reaction, so he kept continuing with the poop jokes. Seemed like he was flirting with me, especially since he always wanted to hear my giggle. He also wanted to know everything I was doing over the weekend. I told him I was going uptown that weekend and he said insistingly, “I want to come with you”. I spent so much time midtown/upper east side with my friends since Bloomingdale’s was there. But why would he want to come to Bloomie’s with me? Well, he didn’t know that I was there all the time. But still, he wanted to be with me. Definitely was a good sign. These conversations continued but they barely progressed. My crush with Warren interfered with me developing strong feelings for Vaughn. Things just drifted away by the end of the year. He found a new group of friends and he kind of just fell off the face of my earth. I’d see him around, he’d say hi, but nothing happened. Oh, if only I was more open minded to boys something would’ve happened between me and him.
Funny thing: I recently bumped into Vaughn. He was quite happy to see me and asked me how everything was going. I’m glad that there was no heartbreak between us. It was better that things drifted apart naturally rather than one getting hurt.
—Sadie Crew

HA! Basically one of the best questions asked so far, my friend! Mine mostly consist of classic rock, psychedelic music, soft rock, hard rock, motown, and swing music actually. To name a few great artists to make out to: The Beatles (especially some of Paul and John’s solo stuff), Rolling Stones, Eric Clapton/Cream, Led Zeppelin, Aerosmith, Pink Floyd, The Velvet Underground/Lou Reed, David Bowie, The Doors, The Guess Who, Jimi Hendrix, The Who, Queen, Frank Sinatra, and Michael Bublé.

Song-wise, I’d say some of my favorites have been:
*Something-The Beatles
*I Don’t Wanna Miss a Thing-Aerosmith
*Clocks-Coldplay
*White Room-Cream
*Young Americans-David Bowie
*Drift Away-Dobie Gray
*Love Me Two Times-The Doors
*Layla (Acoustic)-Eric Clapton
*Knockin’ on Heavens Door- Bob Dylan
*American Woman- The Guess Who
*The Air that I Breathe-The Hollies
*The Wind Cries Mary- Jimi Hendrix
*Boom Boom-John Lee Hooker
*Oh My Love-John Lennon
*Lola- The Kinks
*D’Yer Make’er-Led Zeppelin
*Coney Island Baby-Lou Reed
*Me and Mrs. Jones-Michael Bublé
*Summer Wind-Frank Sinatra
*Bathwater-No Doubt
*Maybe I’m Amazed-Paul McCartney
*Money-Pink Floyd
*Save Me-Queen
*Beast of Burden-Rolling Stones
*Desire-U2
*Moondance-Van Morrison
*Oh! Sweet Nuthin’-Velvet Underground
*Here Comes the Snake- Cherry Poppin’ Daddies

Unfortunately, Shane’s computer is down, so I’ve been running all of the site’s pages, etc. I’m sure he’d love to answer this at some point too!

You may or may not agree, but I hope this helps you! Keep checkin’ out the blog for more stories, relationship advice, etc. highschoolsingletons.blogspot.com. Thanks!

-Sadie

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My first high school girlfriend was Wynona, and she was HOT. When we first started dating, I truly didn’t know what to do in the relationship as a 14 year old boy. I thought saying “I love you” enough would slowly trick my brain into actually thinking that I felt that way. In retrospect, I definitely love, respect, and care about Wen (that was my nickname for her), and we’re really good friends now. But back when we first started dating, I truly could not answer this simple question: Why am I going out with Wen?

It all started in February of 2004, and I’d been on my way from my last class of the day to the chess room, as I was a part of the chess club (nerdy-Shane era, circa 2004). On my way up to the third floor, where the room was, I overheard the sound of music. Not just any music, classical, orchestrated music. Although, that type of music isn’t really my bag, for a moment it sounded great. So I ear-traced where the source of the music was coming from when I found the answer: the third floor music room (obviously genius). As I peeked into the glass of the door, I noticed a very beautiful face, which stood out from the rest of the musical crowd, and it was her. Wynona. I assumed that was her name because it was on her flute case right near her foot (I doubt the guy next to her was named that. It’s called thinking skills).While in my love-gaze, Mr. Richards, the afternoon security guard yelled from down the hall,

“Hey kid, you know you’re not supposed to be out and about after school hours. Where are you supposed to be?” he asked.

“Oh, sorry, I was on my way to chess club and I dropped my…..tissue by this door” I replied as I picked up a disgustingly moist used crumpled piece of tissue, that wasn’t actually mine. I know, it was a pretty gross gesture, but as a singleton at the time, I had to do what was needed! But, this mission wasn’t over. I needed to get some intell on this music room situation. I quickly thought of a way to find answers.

“Uh….Mr. Richards, what’s goin’ on in this room? Is this an extracurricular club, because I need some more extracurricular class options? What’s the deal here?” I asked in a very slick manner.

“Oh yeah..that’s just Mr. Petty’s music workshop class for freshmen. He lets them out at 4:35 so you can ask him more about that then. Now get where you need to be!” he yelled. Bingo: I got what I needed, a time! Now all I needed to do was to come up with a reason to leave early from chess club, which let out at 5:45.

All the way to chess club I kept remembering how beautiful Wynona was, and how I wanted to formally meet her. She was the prettiest girl I’d seen at the school yet. After an hour, the time came around for me to leave chess club and ‘coincidentally’ bump into Wen in the hall. They let out a couple minutes before 4:30, but somehow, Wen was still in the room talking to the professor. I guess I gotta do this the hard way then, I thought. I walked into the room and asked Mr. Petty if there was any room for an addition to the class, knoWeng in the back of my mind that I did not have the time or patience to learn another instrument (let alone a classical one).

“I’m sorry sir, there simply is no more room in this class. I’ve already had to push two of my students to next years class” he replied.

Yes!, I screamed on the inside, as Wen sat beside and listened. Now that I got her attention by rudely interrupting their conversation, I could easily apologize and start small talk. Sadly, after that time seeing her, and initiating a small conversation, we didn’t talk much until the second to last week of school. But, the entire time in between, I had a big crush on her, and to my surprise she had one on me, too. So right before we left for summer break, we decided to just become bf/gf.

Big Mistake. The entire summer, we didn’t see each other, I wasn’t rich enough to have my own cell phone yet so very little communication, and her parents were strict, so I was kept a secret. It’s as if we weren’t even dating. By the beginning of the school year, we’d acted as if nothing had ever happened between us ever. It’s a sad story, but it’s sadder because it’s true. Now, some would think that the story is over between us, but NO. This is just the end of ONE of the stories in between the saga that is “the Wynona era”. In all seriousness, she was a great girl, very smart, and very attractive. I wish things could’ve turned out better between us. This one is for you, “Wynona”. =\

WHERE ARE THEY NOW: WYNONA

Well, the last time I heard from Wynona, she was working at UPS, as a manager, doing pretty well for herself financially, but emotionally she’s a “wreck” as she put it. Oh Wynona, we ALL are emotional wrecks at some point or another. You’ll get through it!

My first boyfriend was in 9th grade. His name was Billy. He was a cutie pie: tall (and I mean VERY tall), definitely not lanky—he had some meat on him, deep brown, curly hair, chocolate brown eyes—reminiscent of a better-looking Vince Vaughn. Problem was that I still had a crush on Warren at the time. I still went out with him just for the sake of having the status of being boyfriend/girlfriend. Sounds wrong, right? Billy and I started off as friends, as all couples do. I met him through my friend, Dee, back in 8th grade. Just so turned out that he was in my drama class. He started hanging out with my group of so-called friends. We were sitting together at lunch, hanging out at parties, talking in theatre class, etc. One night, my friend Alicia and I wanted to go to the movies. She kept insisting on inviting Billy since Alicia was also friends with him. So I IMed Billy that night via AIM asking if he wanted to join us. He was more than glad to. Then again, I was just wondering, Why was he more than happy to see “In Her Shoes”?… So I had some feeling we were all going to see this movie as friends, knowing it was just 2 girls and 1 guy. It was not until the lights went out that things would slowly change… So obviously I was sitting in between Alicia and Billy. It was the middle of the movie and I felt Billy’s curly hair land on my shoulder. What’s going on?!,I thought. I never had a boyfriend before this so I wasn’t sure what to do. So I put my head on his shoulder out of instinct. I just enjoyed the moment while my emotions were jumbled. 5 minutes into our cuddling session, he whispers into my ear, “Sadie, I really like you”. I wasn’t sure how to respond. I mean, I sort of liked him—he was kinda cute, not gonna lie. “Yeah, I kinda like you too”, I replied. “You know, I think you’re very pretty”. I was highly self conscious. So receiving compliments was hard for me to accept. “…You really think so?” “Definitely.” So we just were exchanging compliments superficially. Well, fresh, new, freshman couples are going to start out awkward as it is. And then he popped THE question. Oh, and he knew that Jimmy Fallon was one of my favorite cast members on SNL. So he did this in a very cute way… “Can I be your idiot boyfriend?” (That was a Jimmy reference, since one of his songs was called “Idiot Boyfriend”). This made me very excited. “Sure!” So we just cuddled for the rest of the movie and had quiet small talk. Alicia kept shush-ing us, but we could care less. So much for her trying to ruin our moment… The movie ended and we walked with his arm around me. My arm was sort of touching his waist, as I wasn’t used to affection like this. He was so tall that I couldn’t exactly reach his shoulders. Alicia’s mom was on her way to come pick up Alicia and I, and while waiting, I got used to Billy’s embrace. As Alicia’s mom pulled up to the theatre 15 minutes later, he leaned in, gave me a peck on the cheek, and said excitingly “Bye, darling!” It didn’t hit me that he was my boyfriend at this point. I liked the idea of it, but I had some feeling it wasn’t going to last too long. I gave him a chance anyway. I told him to keep our relationship on the DL, and he agreed to do so…but…that didn’t quite happen. Came Monday….and….EVERYBODY KNEW…but how? I felt like a celebrity with the whole grade wanting to know the gossip. I arrived at band class, and the whole front row of flutists and clarinetists bombarded me with questions; “OMG are you going out with Billy?!” “Did Billy ask you out? That’s so cute!” “How and when did you become official?” I couldn’t take it. I just had to give them simple answers; “Yes I am going out with Billy.” “Yes, Billy asked me out.” “We became BF/GF saturday” I truly didn’t want to tell them everything ‘cause it wasn’t their business. They weren’t really my friends anyway. I felt so embarrassed—I just didn’t want to talk about it. Period. Then came biology class. My friend, Cal, who was my lab partner at the time, immediately asked me as I sat down, “Are you going out with Billy?”. He wasn’t even friends with him! I didn’t even tell Cal in the first place! WTF was going on?! “Yes I am. How’d you know?” “Everybody knows…”, Cal replied nonchalantly. Shit… Billy and I were living the tabloid life in school. I was his Jennifer Aniston, he was my Vince Vaughn (yes, we discussed how our relationship related to theirs. No joke). I was looking forward to just the end of the day when people would just stop being so nosy. One thing I remember was when I got home, I got an e-mail from Billy through the school e-mail system:

“Hey Sadie. I just wanted to say hi and that I love you. Call me later. Love, Billy”

After 1 day he said he loved me? Jeez, how could this be possible? Then again, freshman usually don’t know what to do in “relationships”. I just played along with it and said I loved him back. Then came Tuesday. Drama class—the class I had with Billy. So I got to spend some time with him. It wasn’t too much time though as he was talking to his friends. When there wasn’t a moment when the teacher was teaching, he would sit next to me and put his arm around me. I wasn’t too comfortable with PDA. Didn’t help that the whole world knew about us. Wednesday. No class together. But I remember him stopping me in the hallway to hug me and give me a kiss on the cheek. I showed him my doodles I was working on in between classes, and he obviously loved them. Thursday. Something just didn’t seem right in between me and him. I couldn’t quite comprehend it. I just couldn’t be with him—he wasn’t Mr. Right. This wasn’t going to last. Friday. I was invited to a birthday party for one of my so-called friends. Billy was invited too. However, Billy was invited to another party that night which wasn’t too far from this one. So he stopped by this party for a bit just to be with me. Yes, we cuddled on the couch for a while, but then, for some odd reason, 20 minutes later, he got up, and walked over to one of my friends and started hitting on her. WTF?! HE WAS MY BOYFRIEND HOW COULD HE DO THAT?!? AND I WAS IN THE SAME FUCKING ROOM. Asshole…  He then walked over to me saying he was going to the other party and that he’d be back here later to chill with me. Yeah, right. My friends witnessed the whole event. I was angry—how could he do that?! They declared that I should break up with him. It was a wise decision. I pulled out my electric blue, small brick-shaped Nokia. I dialed furiously. “Hey darling whatsup?”, Billy answered. “Billy—why did you flirt with Shannon in front of me?!” “Honey, it was a joke! I didn’t mean it…” “You know what, THIS IS OVER!” I hung up. Well that felt good—I was liberated from the freshman class asking me questions. My friends were proud that I did so and I was officially a free woman. We weren’t on speaking terms for the longest time. Yes, we were friendly but we just didn’t want to talk to each other for most of the high school term. Apparently, he told his friends that he wasn’t upset about our break up and that he was already over me. Contradictory to that, he kept complaining to Dee that he was so upset that I broke up with him. I didn’t know what to believe, but I really couldn’t give a shit. He was being an asshole, so this was over. Funny thing I found out about the night that we broke up—rumor had it that he allegedly was hooking up with guys… Seemed like he only used me to prove he didn’t have homosexuality tendencies. And so I was a show-off girlfriend rather than the real deal. Whatever. Ever since this stint, I remained a single lady for quite some time…. —Sadie Crew