Let me tell you about...

Once again we have this guy I was obsessed with in high school. 

So the way that my school worked was that everyone got a tutor and basically for an hour a day you would meet with your tutor and the other people in your group and study or do homework or something. Well one year my group was next to his group! Fun shit. Basically whenever we could we would sit near each other and he would finger me. 

Now I know what you all must be thinking:

1.Like how?! without getting caught. 

2.Some of y’all might be calling me loose or a whore etc, To that I say, I don’t care. I was young, it was great, and also other than like our friends, no one knew. 

When I was younger I had a serious problem with stealing stuff. 

Not sure where I got this from or why I would do it but it was obviously problematic. Most years I would go and spend some part of the summer with one of my aunts. Well one time I stole a video game from my cousin. I’m not sure why I took this game but I did. 

She noticed this game was missing and me being the cleaver goose I thought I was, I wrote my name on the game and then proceeded to help her look for this game. I remember looking for this stupid game for so long with my family. 

Ultimately I never really played the game because I felt guilty about taking it from my cousin.

So I’m actually not sure if it was two days or three but i’m gonna go with three. 

Okay so I grew up going to this practice on Sundays and there was this guy and his sister who would also go and I loved them. I still do to this day honestly. Growing up I loved, loved, loved this boy. He was tall and sweet and funny. He was just great. 

One day when we were in high school we decided to date. Yay me! So we start dating and I kid you not, a day or two later... on my way to the beach, I get a phone call from a girl cussing me out about stealing her man and how I need to step off, etc... we obviously broke up that day.

One year in high school my best friend was dating this guy and he was great. I was really happy for her. This story isn’t actually about them though. They were unfortunate side effects of some choices I had made that have absolutely nothing to do with them, so lets get to it...

I really liked this guy and we had been really close friends for a long time and at some point we had dated but I’m not sure if it was before or after this story had taken place. 

Anyways, I was really close to this guy. I also happened to be really close to this girl, G. So G and I originally didn’t start on the best of terms and that has to do with something unrelated but we had grown really close as friends by this time. We talked all time and we told each other a lot of things...

Apparently G and my friend we dating, I had no idea because I guess they were keeping it on the DL or something. I actually never figured out why they didn’t tell people (from G’s perspective, you’re about to find out why he never told people). 

So one day my friend and I are hanging out and you know i’m feeling him, he’s feeling me and we kiss. I thought this shit was magical ass fuck. I’m dumb excited, I text G like ‘omg, you’ll never believe it’.

Whoops! Big fucking mistake. So they get into it, obviously. He’s pissed at me but like that was my friend and we told each other everything or so I thought. 

Anyways, fast forward a little bit and I think that me and this guy are cool. You know things seem back to normal and we’re chillin again. Me being the stupid and naive person that I was I decide to trust him. I decided to step off facebook and I wanted someone to change my password so I wouldn’t use it. 

Me being a dumb ass, I give him my password. Okay now, this was not so bad. 

He’s texting me and being mad nice to me and we start sexting. Great! Things are really going good... until I get an email from facebook containing part of a message that *I* sent to my best friends boyfriend...

well folks, he had been sexting me and pretending to be me on facebook, sending my sexts my best friend’s boyfriend.

One year I decided that I would nanny for two different families in the afternoon/ evening because I liked both families so I thought ‘I can do this!’

I worked with one family from 3-5:15 and then the other family from 5:30-6:30pm. Seems simple? But the problem was I had to pick up the kid from daycare at 5:30 and then pick up his sister before 6 and their schools were twenty minutes away from each other. Plausible but on a very tight schedule. 

Well one day i’m running late from my first family and rushing to pick up the first kid of the second family. It was all good because the school isn’t far but the road that I had to go down was really long, windy, and full of pot holes. Since I was running late, I wasn’t really dodging the pot holes like I usually do but made it all the way to the daycare. Hooray! However right when I was pulling into the curved driveway, I hit a rock or something and popped my tire! 

I started crying and freaking out because I was overly stressed from managing these two families and I didn’t want them to fire me because I really liked them both. They said it was okay and I wasn’t fired. We worked it out so that the dad picked up their eldest kid and I picked up the youngest. Waaayyy less stress. 

I would like to preface this with I was super obsessed with the guy throughout my entire high school career and basically would believe all of his bullshit. 

So senior year, I asked this guy to prom and he said yes. Hurrah! Yay! Great! Guy i’m obsessed with is going to go to prom with me, we’ll have a good time. It’ll be great. So my friend, O, helps me coordinate with him. She’s like I’ll check on him, don’t worry about it. Great! Easier for me. 

Basically every day I check with the teacher in charge of collecting money for the tickets and every day, she like nah I haven’t gotten anything from him. So I check in with him. He says he’s gonna do it ‘x’ day. Okay great. He tells my friend, O, that he’s going tux hunting or whatever so we’re fully expecting dude to show up to prom. 

I pick out a great dress with O... looks mad nice, if I do say so myself. Day of, I get my hair done, I do my friend’s nails, I do my nails, I do my friends moms nails. Got a whole nail salon going in this bitch. Anyways! I get dolled up and get a phone call that he’s not going because of whatever basic excuse he gave.