I have a story for girls about dating.
Now I am 18, and I really never had a boyfriend that I could actually call my “boyfriend.” In 11th grade last year, I met this boy in my choir class. He would always stare at me and flirt with me. He would get pretty annoying at times, but there were times when I would flirt back, just to have fun.
When school was out for the summer he called me and told me that he and his girlfriend had broken up, so he obviously meant that he was single. Then we began to have really late phone conversations, and even picked a song for us.
Then one night we met at a dance club, and we slow danced and he asked me out!!! I was truly happy. I actually began to really like him!!! Then I began to hang at his house, just him and me alone! I loved it. I felt like myself around him, and I could tell him anything. I mean he called me his girlfriend!
Then within 2 weeks of the relationship he began to start talking about his “ex” a lot, and how much he still loved her, and how he wished he could be back with her. Of course I didn’t think anything of it; I mean it was his first love, and I figured he would eventually get over her.
He called me within the next 2 weeks and told me that it wasn’t me, and he broke up with me! The moment I hung up the phone I cried like I had never cried before. My best friend came over to comfort me. I felt like I had lost a part of myself...
Then a few days later I called his “ex,” and what I found out is that they had been going out for 4 months! That hit me like a ton of bricks when I found that out. And she’s still with him! Thank goodness he moved like 30 minutes away, and is going to a different school, but sometimes he comes to my house to visit with my family, because my mom adores him!
I just can’t seem to look him in the eyes because it hurts so much. It hurts that he was my first kiss, and my first “special moment.” To this day I am still hurting inside and out. I try to have fun with my friends, and they’re always there for me, and I thank them for that.
As for him, he thinks we’re friends, but I just call him an acquaintance. I am slowly moving on, but the funny thing is, I wish he were still with me. I am telling you all this because I just hope something similar doesn’t happen to you.