I'm back. I don't even know where to begin. so much has happened. Let me first say that I am not ignoring you, but I have not had the time to go on BWW lately and occasionally I get to log on to FaceBook in public places via iPod, but other than that... I RARELY get free time to go on the computer these days.
JerseyGirl, welcome to the thread. I just can't even begin to tell you how badly I feel for you. In my recent experiences in life, I have learned that I can not control everything around me. Sh*t happens and there is nothing we can do. No matter how much it hurts, we have to learn to cope. Of course my recent experiences have been nowhere near as painful as yours, so I almost feel guilty to give you any sort of words of encouragement or advice because I honestly have no idea what you're going through. Sh*t happens in life that we did not ask for, but we just have to get through it... not matter how difficult that seems. Your story REALLY helped to remind me that I should never take anything for granted. Keep us updated on your mother, please!
"I don't think anyone can spend more than minutes in a high school theatre department and still have their innocence intact."
I thought High School theatre kids were perverted.... until I started riding the bus.
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Who the hell would send their friend picture of their ex?!?!?!!? That's salting a wound and the fact that anyone would even JOKE about that is so douche-y. I applaud you for not slapping that guy on the spot.
As for me, well... it ended like this. The boy and I had been friends for quite some time before the party, but at the party... he was flirting with me non-stop. Honestly, I had NEVER been flirted with before in my entire life and all the sudden... my friend-boy came along and just started hitting on me like crazy. I have had a few people like me before, but they were just stalker-girls who asked out every boy with a pulse, so I guess I was overly excited and I kept leading him on because I liked the attention. If he'd pull me by my tie ('twas part of my costume), I'd grab the top of his shirt and pull him closer to me. If he'd rub my hair, I'd rub his back. If he'd rub my chest, I'd rub HIS back. I guess I just liked the attention and liked that someone was ACTUALLY attracted to me... because as of that night, I could tell that he liked me and it felt nice to 'really' be liked (as opposed to "I don't have a boyfriend so I'm going to ask out Jazzy and stalk him before and after he becomes the 980198120938th guy to reject me" girls that I have become so used to).
I just kept on leading him on because I REALLY liked the attention, and I thought he was being pretty darn adorable. It wasn't until I left the party and he started texting me more than ever that I actually realized what I had gotten myself into.
Luckily, no one really remembered the flirting. A couple of my friends were getting pissed that I was spending too much time 'dancing' with him and not paying any attention to them, but it was a freaking halloween party! There were lots of other WAY more interesting things that happened that night and nobody really cared about what was going on with me and my 'boy-toy'. Most of my friends forgot right away too, because I started spending more time with them (at the party) and they got over it. Well, the monday that I went to school was really awkward. He kept flirting with me. He didn't come on as strong as he did at the party, but he was still flirting. I knew that it would be a bad idea to actually have a boyfriend, mainly because I ain't ready to tell my parents about my sexual orientation (not that they would react badly, I'm just not ready) and I would have to hide this relationship from my friends and family... which could lead to a disaster. If he would flirt, I wouldn't flirt back. Eventually he sort of backed off... but than he started up again. He started sending flirty text messages again... and this time they were highly sexual, and I felt extremely uncomfortable. I hated it so much and I just told him to stop. It's been a few days now and he hasn't really talked to me since. He made it pretty clear to me that he just wanted a friendship with benefits, and F*CK no that isn't what he's getting. Even if he WERE my boyfriend he wouldn't be getting *any* benefits. Oddly enough, the whole situation worked over with... and I don't feel nearly as guilty as I did before.
"There's nothing good on. The media hates Christmas. The media loves vampires, though. Maybe they will show a Twilight Christmas."
-Danmeg's 10 year old son.
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