Sunday, September 27, 2015

Preteen love

7th grade I think. He asked me out and I said yes. I liked him but I was terrified of dating, of commitment, of the unknown, of kissing for the first time. What exactly was expected of me? What was I to do? How should I know? What the fuck were all these feelings, liking someone and then all this other stuff?

He had walked me home, pin straight hair falling into his eyes. He looked pretty good until I looked down. He had on pointy leather lace up shoes and he had an umbrella. It had stopped raining and the ground was a depressing damp. Sorry but that was a deal breaker right there- POINTY shoes and an umbrella. I had already said I would go out with him, but I knew that I needed to change my answer. I ran home and could not sleep all night knowing what I had to do the next day. I could almost die from the anxiety of going out with someone with those shoes. 

The next day in school I broke up with him. Phew, it was over.

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