I just had my first kiss.
Ironically, a boyfriend came with the package.
I'm about to get really honest..
The kiss was bad.
It was in my garage as he was leaving. He's really slow at making moves so I did it.
He apologized right away saying "Sorry, I'm really bad at kissing."
To which I'm pretty sure I said "That's okay."
Fuckkkk.. I feel so badly for saying that , oops!
Anyways, I kissed him a second time. It wasn't good either. Maybe even worse.
He left.
Well, now I'm telling my sister about it.
Great. She was the first to know that I have my first boyfriend.
My dad was the first to officially know I liked him as more than a friend.
So how did I end up dating him? (I won't be naming names..)
Well...
He liked me as more than a friend for awhile I think.
I was afraid of losing him as a friend because he means a lot to me.
His smell lingers in my basement.
Is it bad... I mean, they say that you remember your first kiss but I don't want to remember it exactly. After the second one I walked out to see his mom and sister in the car at the end of my driveway. That was fairly awkward. I guess if my mind doesn't remember this then I can re-read all this.. yay!
Anyways, I guess I finally started seeing him as more than just a friend.
We had been texting for months, almost a year. Then we went to a few movies and I had him meet my friends.
Tonight he met my parents. I have the MOST over protective dad in the world, no joke. Well, dinner with the family went a lot better than I had thought. All though honestly I was thinking the worst.. my family was totally themselves around him. Which was nice but it was also a bit embarrassing, oh well, wouldn't do it over again even if I could.
At the end of the night I felt so awkward asking if we were "facebook official". He said sure so I guess I'll update that tomorrow. I don't know, it's not on my number one list of top priorities or whatever.
Okay, so I guess this is -what, our third official date or whatever? Anyways, first was movie. Second he met my friends. Third tonight. We went to a movie then came to my house. We finished a movie and then went for a walk. Came back and gamed. Watched ANOTHER movie and cuddled. Then he called his mom to pick him up. When I got back to my room from the washroom was when he asked if we were official.
I feel like such a hypocrite.
He's a great guy and I'd love calling him my boyfriend, which I now can.
His smell still lingers in my room.
I want to redo my first kiss.
I'm a bad person.
I'm being honest.
Blah.
Well, I feel so hypocritical because I'm that one girl saying there's no point in high school relationships because they don't last. Well, I would more make fun of those relationships where they think they'll get married. It DOES happen, but rarelyyyyyy.
So, now I'm a girlfriend. I'm no longer single.
Sad. Happy. Mixed emotions.
I'm pretty independent. This relationship's going to be about fun. Nothing too serious.
I certainly don't see myself having sex with him, well not yet.
I don't want my morals to change too much, they already have quite a bit.
Hmmmmm...
I feel, I don't know.
I'm happy to have a guy like him to call my boyfriend.
He's sweet but a little bit awkward and nerdy. In a cute way. He listens to me attentively and takes interests in what I do. It's really nice.
Before he left I hugged him and almost kissed him. Then I thought "You don't want to have to remember your first kiss in your room after a breakup. Then, everytime you look at that spot that's all you'll see." So now I just have to walk out the front door instead of the garage if things turn sour. Hopefully not too soon.
Ouhh! How long will we last? I'm not too sure.... I'm hoping at least 3 months. I think that's a decent amount of time. He lives far enough away that I can imagine seeing him probably once a week. Not too bad I guess.
I wonder if we'll go to prom together. It's interesting imaging where things will go.
Don't confuse my curiosity with jumping-screaming-teenage-girl-fantasies. Oh no. I'm an optimist with the sensibility of a realist. That's how I roll.
So, August 17th, 2012, the day I got my first boyfriend. Funny too, my dad always told me I had to wait til I was 17.
The only thing left on my mind is who do I tell first, (pretending I haven't told my sister) and how do I tell my father?
Wish me good luck. I'm going to need it.
Ironically, a boyfriend came with the package.
I'm about to get really honest..
The kiss was bad.
It was in my garage as he was leaving. He's really slow at making moves so I did it.
He apologized right away saying "Sorry, I'm really bad at kissing."
To which I'm pretty sure I said "That's okay."
Fuckkkk.. I feel so badly for saying that , oops!
Anyways, I kissed him a second time. It wasn't good either. Maybe even worse.
He left.
Well, now I'm telling my sister about it.
Great. She was the first to know that I have my first boyfriend.
My dad was the first to officially know I liked him as more than a friend.
So how did I end up dating him? (I won't be naming names..)
Well...
He liked me as more than a friend for awhile I think.
I was afraid of losing him as a friend because he means a lot to me.
His smell lingers in my basement.
Is it bad... I mean, they say that you remember your first kiss but I don't want to remember it exactly. After the second one I walked out to see his mom and sister in the car at the end of my driveway. That was fairly awkward. I guess if my mind doesn't remember this then I can re-read all this.. yay!
Anyways, I guess I finally started seeing him as more than just a friend.
We had been texting for months, almost a year. Then we went to a few movies and I had him meet my friends.
Tonight he met my parents. I have the MOST over protective dad in the world, no joke. Well, dinner with the family went a lot better than I had thought. All though honestly I was thinking the worst.. my family was totally themselves around him. Which was nice but it was also a bit embarrassing, oh well, wouldn't do it over again even if I could.
At the end of the night I felt so awkward asking if we were "facebook official". He said sure so I guess I'll update that tomorrow. I don't know, it's not on my number one list of top priorities or whatever.
Okay, so I guess this is -what, our third official date or whatever? Anyways, first was movie. Second he met my friends. Third tonight. We went to a movie then came to my house. We finished a movie and then went for a walk. Came back and gamed. Watched ANOTHER movie and cuddled. Then he called his mom to pick him up. When I got back to my room from the washroom was when he asked if we were official.
I feel like such a hypocrite.
He's a great guy and I'd love calling him my boyfriend, which I now can.
His smell still lingers in my room.
I want to redo my first kiss.
I'm a bad person.
I'm being honest.
Blah.
Well, I feel so hypocritical because I'm that one girl saying there's no point in high school relationships because they don't last. Well, I would more make fun of those relationships where they think they'll get married. It DOES happen, but rarelyyyyyy.
So, now I'm a girlfriend. I'm no longer single.
Sad. Happy. Mixed emotions.
I'm pretty independent. This relationship's going to be about fun. Nothing too serious.
I certainly don't see myself having sex with him, well not yet.
I don't want my morals to change too much, they already have quite a bit.
Hmmmmm...
I feel, I don't know.
I'm happy to have a guy like him to call my boyfriend.
He's sweet but a little bit awkward and nerdy. In a cute way. He listens to me attentively and takes interests in what I do. It's really nice.
Before he left I hugged him and almost kissed him. Then I thought "You don't want to have to remember your first kiss in your room after a breakup. Then, everytime you look at that spot that's all you'll see." So now I just have to walk out the front door instead of the garage if things turn sour. Hopefully not too soon.
Ouhh! How long will we last? I'm not too sure.... I'm hoping at least 3 months. I think that's a decent amount of time. He lives far enough away that I can imagine seeing him probably once a week. Not too bad I guess.
I wonder if we'll go to prom together. It's interesting imaging where things will go.
Don't confuse my curiosity with jumping-screaming-teenage-girl-fantasies. Oh no. I'm an optimist with the sensibility of a realist. That's how I roll.
So, August 17th, 2012, the day I got my first boyfriend. Funny too, my dad always told me I had to wait til I was 17.
The only thing left on my mind is who do I tell first, (pretending I haven't told my sister) and how do I tell my father?
Wish me good luck. I'm going to need it.
Good luck with everything!
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