Hooking Up Isn't Fishing?

Silence (almost) Killed the Sophmore

So that senior right? Yeah he was a real A-hole. Left me for the next "best" freshman girl that would blow him the right way. Cant believe it right? Well, its true, "men" are pigs. But, I did learn a couple things from him. One, fries only taste good the first time. Two, Penis' they're actually really ugly....most of the time. (yet, its debatable how pretty boobs are.) Three, kissing is only fun if its not forced. So I guess you could say this first kiss freshman learned a lot from the horny senior douchebag.

Lets just say sophmore year had a lot more in store for me than that... So, when I didn't put out he left and I found someone so much better. Really it wasn't that bad. I had met the future father of my children, and he was gorgeous. So I went into a Buffalo Wild Wings for some Friday night football special with some friends. We are heading to a party (the fun kind- not the birthday kind) and we were slutted up to the nines. It was great I don't think I could ever look so hot again in my life. It was so much fun; anyway we walked in and we ate some food and paid, nothing out of the ordinary has happened... yet. We all just had a really nice time together. Normal girl stuff; until I went to the bathroom.

So I walked into the bathroom to touch up my makeup and do the normal bathroom related stuff, and as I walked out, I smeared some expensive MAC red lipstick all over the shirt of basically the David Beckham of BWW. I was speechless. Yet at the same time I wasn't sorry cause I just accidentally and inadvertently kissed the abs of the hottest teenager I think I've ever seen. He sure as hell beat the senior I kissed in the car. (yet so did breakfast cereal...)

Although I has basically gotten $20 lipstick on his shirt he asked to pay for my dinner, and offered me a ride home. ( I think he thought I was drunk. But, I was going to take it.) Alone in the car with this kid was no joke. We walk out into the parking lot and I expect to see like a 2000 Honda civic as my ride home. NO. This was a 2011 Dodge Challenger, he was rolling around in a car I would dream of touching. And I did more than that in this car.

Josh knew how to have fun. We would take this car out and go on the craziest of adventures. One time we went out and raced his brother (like a whole Fast and furious type thing) and I got to be the girl that was "throwing the flag."  We didn't have a flag. I had a shirt. In all honestly it was really fun until about January. Then things got bad; they got bad quick.

It first started with a couple bruises here and a couple there. nothing big until it came to me eating. I couldn't eat. I had to weigh under  specific weight for this guy. I could basically eat like a rabbit for the next (however long I let it go on). Salad was good don't get me wrong. Especially the kind that had Noodles in it or had seafood in it. I came to love basically running on zero food power and a couple almonds here and there through out that day. It seemed like that was becoming normal. So February rolled around and there it was, Valentines Day. The one day of the year that everyone has sex.