I'm going to start this chapter by talking about my schooling experience. I know that seems like that has nothing to do with dating but there are guys in school! My first school was a public school which I only attended until second grade. However in second grade I wrote a journal entry of all the boys I liked. There was a list that named: Matt, Evan, Andrew, Grant, Nick, Joey, and another Nick. (I'm only using these actual names because I haven't talked to these people since the second grade) So already in second grade I had a crush on seven boys. I guess it doesn't seem like much because I was so little but it still makes me laugh when I think about the fact that there were seven.
I was moved to private school in third grade because I was at a higher spelling level than most of the kids in my public school class. The teacher refused to change the spelling test for me so my dad moved me to a private school. Throughout these years I had crushes but never as much as seven. In middle school this really annoying professor told us that we couldn't date. It's like "hi, you're not our parents so you don't really have a say in that".
In high school I actually started to have an interest in boys since I was allowed to date. Freshman year I developed a crush for this boy in my history class. I had been flirting with him the whole year and at the end of the school year I had worked up the courage to ask him out. I invited him to go to a movie that weekend, you know like you do. A nice date to not talk at all and rest your hand on the armrest wondering if one of you is going to make the move to hold hands. Or even better if you get popcorn and your hands touch in the bowl and you feel tingles all up your arm. But anyway I had asked him out and he had told me that he was going camping that weekend.
Seeing that this was the first time I had asked a guy out, I didn't let it go. Summer was coming up so I kept suggesting more and more weekends that we could hang out. I was definitely not taking the hint when he kept saying that he had plans every. single. weekend. I was brought into the light by my friends who pointed out how insane I was acting and the message he was sending. Needless to say for the rest of the school year I did not talk to him at all and waited for the year to finally end.
In sophomore year I had my first "boyfriend". I suppose it was an actual boyfriend but I still need to put that word in quotes for my first boyfriend. He was in my English class and he had asked me out around the middle of the first semester. I, of course, said yes (more on that later) and we began to go out. Our first date was, surprise surprise, a movie. We saw the first Thor movie, yeah that's how old this is, and we were the only people in the theater. We did not hold hands during the movie but at the end he thought it best to stand up and hug which was followed by the most awkward kiss the world.
You know how you kiss your parents, if you kiss them? You just do a little peck on the lips or the cheek. Well this kiss was like a peck on the lips that you give to your parents. Very awkward. His mom picked us up after the movie and he drove me back to my house where we kissed goodbye in the weird parent way. Skipping forward in the relationship, our next date was a dinner with his family. I absolutely loved his family! They were so friendly and his little sister was the cutest! This was a great date as was the next where we went to his grandparents house for an early Christmas celebration. I got to meet most of his family who were super great and told me many embarrassing stories about him. There was only one problem that emerged when we got back to school. I texted him almost every night and most nights he was playing video games. In English class one day my teacher called him out about all the missing assignments that she still hadn't received from him. He made up some bullshit response about what kept him from doing it and she dropped it. I knew from our text conversations that he didn't do it because he was gaming.
At this time in my life I took my grades very seriously so it really bugged me that he didn't. I had a talk with him about it and he said he would try harder, I wanted our values to be the same. However, the next month, the same thing happened again. I called him (I know I'm a chicken) that night to break up with him. In my defense this was my first breakup and I didn't feel comfortable talking to him in person. At least I didn't text him or break up with him on a Post It like on Sex and the City.
In conclusion, that was my first dating experience. Not as bad as some of my other ones but it was the start of a bunch of fucked up relationships. So thank you to English class boy for not being like some of these other boys you'll be hearing about.