My mom once told me that girls are princess's that should be persude.
Which to her meant not calling boys, asking guys out or even telling someone you liked them unless you were told first. Ever since the 8th grade I have followed these rules and have never had my heart broken and never felt turned down.
I guess these words of wisedom kind of stuck with me. I remember watching my friends pour their hearts out to guys and getting turned down. I would not let it happend to me, for I was a princess right?
The best thing about this was that if you followed these rules you were never putting yourself in a situation to get hurt. Unless of course the guy chooses to leave you.
I honestly believe that as long as these rules are followed there is a garantee that you will never be hurt. Never be dumped. Never look stupid.
I have been in many relationships and have only been left once...and that one time was when I took a chance on a guy and didn't follow the rules.
We were good friends and he had himself a girl friend. We all went to a very small school together, there were roughly 20 kids per graduating class. Most of the students who attended the school grew up together and new nothing outside of there small country school. I started attending this school in 9th grade and had previously been in a much bigger class setting.
So most of the girls and some guys were prude and had never even made out before. This was a huge surprise to me considering most of my friends from my last school had already lost their virginitys.
I had some experience with guys, my first kiss was 7th grade with my first boyfriend. I had also lost my virginity the summer going into 9th grade.
Onto my point, this guy and I became really close friends and hung out in and outside of school. His girlfriend wasn't allowed to hang out with guys outside of school. She wasn't supposed to have a boyfriend either and I'm sure if her parents had found out about them there would have been major consequences.
One thing lead to another and I ended up telling him that I liked him and wanted to be with him. The guy left his girlfriend for me and she was clearly upset. Imagine being at a school where the 9th grade girls thought they were in love with guys even before they were together. And even if they were together they hardly igknowledged eachother. It was all so bizzare to me I felt like I was in 1st grade again.
Our relationship probably only lasted about two weeks and when it ended I was more crushed than I had ever been. I put myself out there and showed someone my feelings for them, risking being turned down.
Things with the boyfriend went great at first...or so I thought. We'd hang out as much as possible. Everything changed homecoming night.
He explained to me the day before homecoming that he was taking his ex as a date because she couldn't find one but insisted that they were strictly going as friends. I was told we'd meet up at the dance and most of the dances would be with me and not her.
We didn't even get as far as going into the dance before things went bad. Before the dance there was a homecoming game. He was a football player so we didn't really talk during the game. I was with some older girls I'd never really hung out with before. We were having a lot of fun but it seemed like these girls we're having salot more fun than I was.
I learned why when one of the girls passed me a water bottle with what looked like orange juice in it and took a sip. It was spiked with vodka. I wasn't much of a drinker and had probably only drank once or twice before. My limit was unknown. They made me up my own bottle after I approved of the first sip.
