I was back in high school. Someone set me up on a date with a boy I'd never met before. He came up to me and said "So-and-so said you'd go on a date with me." I agreed.
Upon first seeing him I thought he was just average looking, with a stupid haircut. He seemed earnest but awkward. But over time he started to grow on me. I remember liking the color of his eyes (dark brown that looked amber in sunlight) and thinking the splatter of freckles across his face was cute.
At some point we went inside a military plane. While the two of us were sitting the cockpit, he told me somebody famous had flown the plane. I started kissing him. It was our first date and I was already sticking my tongue down his throat. He kissed me back, but it was obvious he wasn't comfortable, only he was afraid to admit it. I eventually stopped and we left.
Later I was standing in a group with some other kids when I saw my ex-best friend. She looked different and was acting obnoxious. At some point she approached me and I dared to hope she would be nice and maybe even try to be friends again. Instead, she stole my purse.
I tried to report her but nothing worked. It got to the point where I was saying all kinds of nasty things about her because I was so angry. I think she may have also stolen some of my clothes. It was bizarre. I just wanted her to leave me alone. I think she was jealous of me or something. She was acting unusually childish. I never did get my stuff back.
