You see, what I didn't mention in my two previous posts about James* was that he kind of broke my heart. And by kind of, I mean that everything was going really well between the two of us, but three days before my junior prom, THREE FREAKING DAYS, he told me that he couldn't be with me anymore. Back then, James was 110% serious about playing baseball after high school. He had a friend that had a serious girlfriend, and watched the friend slowly lose sight of his dreams to play baseball after high school. However, I was not the same type of girl as the other girlfriend (I never have been and I never will be). It broke my heart to have him let me go like that, but I told him that I understood...I didn't necessarily like it, but you can't force someone to have feelings for you.
Not to mention, a girl that he cared very deeply for had gotten into a horrific car accident and almost lost her life. They had been friends for a majority of their lives, and there's no way I could compete with their relationship. So I took him to a friend's for them to go to the hospital together, and drove away thinking that was the end of James and I.
After prom, we had about three weeks left of school before we were out for the summer. Those three weeks were agonizing. James still sat at our lunch table every day, so I had to endure being around him 24/7 at school while I still wanted to be with him.
The baseball team made it to the state playoffs that year, and I went halfway across the state to watch them. Unfortunately, the lost in the state finals that year, and I so desperately wanted to walk up to James after the game and let him know that I thought he played well and that I was there for him. But the girl friend of his was there, so I just left quietly and put my feelings aside.
I really wish that I was completely happy during my junior prom, but I knew it was going to be one of my last nights with James. It made me so sad because I was crazy about that kid, but I had to respect him and his feelings. So I made myself miserable to make him happy.
My name is Blake*, and I only thought my heart was broken with Henry*. Sadly, this wasn't the last time I let James break my heart.
*all names have been changed to protect the innocent and not-so-innocent. Mostly, I'm the not-so-innocent.
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Sunday, May 20, 2012
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
39. Junior Prom part 2
Oh man. Sorry about that month long hiatus. I don't know where the time went. But let's get back to the story....
So I left you all in anticipation about once James* finally opened his front door to let me in.
I didn't know that James was going to be home alone, but he opened the door and just stopped for a second. He seemed to be a little speechless, which mad me grin from ear to ear. I rushed his butt out the door and sped back to my house so that we could take a few pictures with my family before we got on our way to dinner. James and I met up with everyone else at an Italian restaurant in town. When I say we had a big group, I mean we had a HUGE group. I'm pretty sure we had either 17 or 19 people. As you can imagine, dinner took a forever long time, and we ended up getting to the prom venue about an hour and a half after it started.
First and foremost, I have was, am, always have been, and always will be a lover of dancing. So I went to the prom to get my groove on. Unfortunately, my huge group of 17 or 19, including my James, didn't share my love of dancing the night away. Well, all except for one person. You see, Chase* came with us to the prom. He was a year older than I was, so it was his senior prom. And Chase and I had a little bit of history. My freshman year in high school, he and I were on the football homecoming planning committee. This year just happened to be the last year that my school held a dance. Chase was one of the nicest guys in school, and he asked me to dance....then told me that he thought I was beautiful I just ended up telling him I wasn't interested (remember, I couldn't tell you who I liked freshman year). After that, Chase hung out with my group of friends, which is how he ended up going to the prom with my huge group.
Anyways, most of my friends stood off to the side during the dancing part, including James. Every now and then, I could drag James to the dance floor for a slow dance, but he still wasn't a fan. Chase would dance with me quite a bit, and I think it finally gave James a clue that he needed to spend time with ME.
After we were at the venue for about an hour, everyone decided they wanted to leave to head to a bowling alley.I however, was not done dancing the night away, and told James he could leave with them if he wanted but I was staying put. He looked at me like I was crazy, and ended up staying the duration of the prom just for me. I knew he wanted to leave just as much was everyone else, but because he cared about me, he stayed just for me.
It was kind of a good thing he did too, I won a $50 door prize and he won a $100 door prize for staying the whole time. It was legit.
Afterwards, we went bowling for roughly an hour, then went and hung out with some of the guys in our group at his house.
I took him home roughly around 4 a.m., and enjoyed getting to sleep in the entire Sunday morning, reminiscing about how perfect it was spending my entire evening with James.
My name is Blake*, and I was crazy about that kid at this point.
*all names have been changed to protect the innocent and not-so-innocent. Mostly, I'm the not-so-innocent.
Chase went into the military after high school. Right now he is engaged. I don't talk to him much anymore.
So I left you all in anticipation about once James* finally opened his front door to let me in.
I didn't know that James was going to be home alone, but he opened the door and just stopped for a second. He seemed to be a little speechless, which mad me grin from ear to ear. I rushed his butt out the door and sped back to my house so that we could take a few pictures with my family before we got on our way to dinner. James and I met up with everyone else at an Italian restaurant in town. When I say we had a big group, I mean we had a HUGE group. I'm pretty sure we had either 17 or 19 people. As you can imagine, dinner took a forever long time, and we ended up getting to the prom venue about an hour and a half after it started.
First and foremost, I have was, am, always have been, and always will be a lover of dancing. So I went to the prom to get my groove on. Unfortunately, my huge group of 17 or 19, including my James, didn't share my love of dancing the night away. Well, all except for one person. You see, Chase* came with us to the prom. He was a year older than I was, so it was his senior prom. And Chase and I had a little bit of history. My freshman year in high school, he and I were on the football homecoming planning committee. This year just happened to be the last year that my school held a dance. Chase was one of the nicest guys in school, and he asked me to dance....then told me that he thought I was beautiful I just ended up telling him I wasn't interested (remember, I couldn't tell you who I liked freshman year). After that, Chase hung out with my group of friends, which is how he ended up going to the prom with my huge group.
Anyways, most of my friends stood off to the side during the dancing part, including James. Every now and then, I could drag James to the dance floor for a slow dance, but he still wasn't a fan. Chase would dance with me quite a bit, and I think it finally gave James a clue that he needed to spend time with ME.
After we were at the venue for about an hour, everyone decided they wanted to leave to head to a bowling alley.I however, was not done dancing the night away, and told James he could leave with them if he wanted but I was staying put. He looked at me like I was crazy, and ended up staying the duration of the prom just for me. I knew he wanted to leave just as much was everyone else, but because he cared about me, he stayed just for me.
It was kind of a good thing he did too, I won a $50 door prize and he won a $100 door prize for staying the whole time. It was legit.
Afterwards, we went bowling for roughly an hour, then went and hung out with some of the guys in our group at his house.
I took him home roughly around 4 a.m., and enjoyed getting to sleep in the entire Sunday morning, reminiscing about how perfect it was spending my entire evening with James.
My name is Blake*, and I was crazy about that kid at this point.
*all names have been changed to protect the innocent and not-so-innocent. Mostly, I'm the not-so-innocent.
Chase went into the military after high school. Right now he is engaged. I don't talk to him much anymore.
Thursday, April 5, 2012
38. Even better anticipation because I was crazy about this kid.
I went with my mom and both of my aunts to the local department store to painstakingly hunt for the perfect dress for my junior prom. You see, I was a very tall and slender girl in high school, so finding any kind of dress was always difficult. I never really liked the super poofy ball gowns that all of my friends seemed to enjoy, but I was also so self conscious of my lack of chest. I think I tried on maybe 30 different dresses until I found the one. It was a form-fitting one-shoulder dress that was COVERED in beadwork, and it was a fuschia and orange color. I LOVED it. And I thought I looked stunning in it, despite the curse of the two backs I had in high school.
I called James* to let him know that I had picked out my dress. I tried to explain it to him, but as you can read it's kind of difficult to explain. I think I attempted to explain it four times before he finally said, "Blake*, just tell me what you want my tux to look like and I'll go try stuff on." I wanted him to look just as sexy as I knew I was going to feel, so I decided that I wanted him in all black with a white tie, just because the colors of my dress were going to be difficult to match.
I took a picture of the dress to our local flower shop to have them make the corsage and boutonniere to match my dress as close as possible. As far as plans before and after the prom, we got a big group together and decided to go to dinner together before at an Italian restaurant. Originally, there were going to be about 10 of us, but by the time prom came around we went in a group of 19. James had a baseball game the morning of prom, so while I was spending all day getting ready, James was texting me throughout the day to let me know where he was, how things were going, and when I could be expecting to see him.
Two other friends and I had hair appointments at the same salon, and I had gotten my nails done a couple days before. My hairstylist and I had a hard time trying to figure out how to do my hair (this is the same person who had done my hair the year before, and my freshman year when I went to prom...I know I skipped over that). I explained my dress to her, and she said she didn't want to do something like the year before that was edgy, she wanted to give a little more class to it since the dress needed all the attention. She curled my hair with a flat iron, poofed it up a little at the crown, and then started pulling it toward the center of my head in the back. The best way we could describe it is that my hair looked like it was in a banana clip without actually being in a banana clip. She also curled tendrils around my face to accent it as well.
The finishing touch was my makeup, and I had my aunt do it. She also didn't want to take away from my dress, so she did tan colors to accentuate my big brown eyes. She then added some shimmering powder just under my eyes and on my cheeks to brighten up my eyes.
The corsage and boutonniere each had ribbons on them that matched perfectly. We had white roses and carnations and then the florists found the perfect fuschia and orange ribbons to tie into the flowers. I stepped into my dress and my 3 inch heels and anxiously waited for James to call me and tell me he was ready for me to come pick him up (he was too young for his license, remember?). Almost everyone was there at my grandmother's house taking pictures together and with their dates, and everyone was there except James.
FINALLY, about an hour before our dinner reservations, James called me and said he was ready. I swear that boy could have taken as long as I could getting ready. My aunt let me borrow her Mercury Mountaineer to drive us to prom, so I drove out to his place to pick him up. I knocked on the door and anxiously waited for him to come to the door to see me in my dress.
My name is Blake, and this prom was my favorite. Good friends, good food, amazing date, and I looked damn good. Just saying.
*all names have been changed to protect the innocent and not-so-innocent. Mostly, I'm the not-so-innocent.
I called James* to let him know that I had picked out my dress. I tried to explain it to him, but as you can read it's kind of difficult to explain. I think I attempted to explain it four times before he finally said, "Blake*, just tell me what you want my tux to look like and I'll go try stuff on." I wanted him to look just as sexy as I knew I was going to feel, so I decided that I wanted him in all black with a white tie, just because the colors of my dress were going to be difficult to match.
I took a picture of the dress to our local flower shop to have them make the corsage and boutonniere to match my dress as close as possible. As far as plans before and after the prom, we got a big group together and decided to go to dinner together before at an Italian restaurant. Originally, there were going to be about 10 of us, but by the time prom came around we went in a group of 19. James had a baseball game the morning of prom, so while I was spending all day getting ready, James was texting me throughout the day to let me know where he was, how things were going, and when I could be expecting to see him.
Two other friends and I had hair appointments at the same salon, and I had gotten my nails done a couple days before. My hairstylist and I had a hard time trying to figure out how to do my hair (this is the same person who had done my hair the year before, and my freshman year when I went to prom...I know I skipped over that). I explained my dress to her, and she said she didn't want to do something like the year before that was edgy, she wanted to give a little more class to it since the dress needed all the attention. She curled my hair with a flat iron, poofed it up a little at the crown, and then started pulling it toward the center of my head in the back. The best way we could describe it is that my hair looked like it was in a banana clip without actually being in a banana clip. She also curled tendrils around my face to accent it as well.
The finishing touch was my makeup, and I had my aunt do it. She also didn't want to take away from my dress, so she did tan colors to accentuate my big brown eyes. She then added some shimmering powder just under my eyes and on my cheeks to brighten up my eyes.
The corsage and boutonniere each had ribbons on them that matched perfectly. We had white roses and carnations and then the florists found the perfect fuschia and orange ribbons to tie into the flowers. I stepped into my dress and my 3 inch heels and anxiously waited for James to call me and tell me he was ready for me to come pick him up (he was too young for his license, remember?). Almost everyone was there at my grandmother's house taking pictures together and with their dates, and everyone was there except James.
FINALLY, about an hour before our dinner reservations, James called me and said he was ready. I swear that boy could have taken as long as I could getting ready. My aunt let me borrow her Mercury Mountaineer to drive us to prom, so I drove out to his place to pick him up. I knocked on the door and anxiously waited for him to come to the door to see me in my dress.
My name is Blake, and this prom was my favorite. Good friends, good food, amazing date, and I looked damn good. Just saying.
*all names have been changed to protect the innocent and not-so-innocent. Mostly, I'm the not-so-innocent.
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
37. The fun part about being in serious like with a prude little freshman
The end of basketball season came along, along with my own heartbreak. You see, basketball was my sport. Yes I played other sports, but basketball was my first love. We never were all that good in basketball so we never made it far in the playoffs, but each year I cried after my last game of the season because I knew I was one season closer to not playing anymore.
After we finished up basketball, James* went straight to baseball and I went to off-season for softball. This year, there were only three of us in it, so I worked on my pitching and batting every single day. We also did a lot of conditioning that spring. All kinds of running and bleacher drills. I looked damn good by the time spring break came along.
Unfortunately, spring break wasn't eventful. If I remember correctly, James would still have practices and games, but he would almost always come visit me when it was over because I lived across the street from the school.
James and I would spend our days and evenings watching whatever baseball game was on TV and SportsCenter. He gave me a love for a new baseball team, and we would cheer them on together. Then I would get bored and fall asleep on my bed while he continued watching SportsCenter.
As much time as James and I would spend in a bed together, we never actually did anything more than kiss. Not make out, just kiss. Trust me, I wanted a make out sesh more than anything, but it just wasn't James' style. He barely liked kissing at all. I guess everyone he had been with before were sloppy kissers, I don't really know. Anytime I tried to kiss for more than a couple times in a row he'd pull away. I still liked it for some reason though. It's whatevs.
Since we didn't kiss, we sure as hell didn't do anything else. Not yet anyways. That's to come.
Spring break and the entire month of March seemed to fly by. Before I knew it, prom was coming around again, so I started looking for dresses and ideas for what i wanted James to wear. The cool thing about him being a freshman is that he told me "Blake*, it's your prom. I'll do whatever you want me to. I just want it to be perfect for you."
Coming up next, my junior prom.
My name is Blake, and the carefree, easy relationship was what I loved most about James. however, I also wished it was a little more. Hopefully you'll understand eventually.
*all names have been changed to protect the innocent and not-so-innocent. Mostly, I'm the not-so-innocent.
After we finished up basketball, James* went straight to baseball and I went to off-season for softball. This year, there were only three of us in it, so I worked on my pitching and batting every single day. We also did a lot of conditioning that spring. All kinds of running and bleacher drills. I looked damn good by the time spring break came along.
Unfortunately, spring break wasn't eventful. If I remember correctly, James would still have practices and games, but he would almost always come visit me when it was over because I lived across the street from the school.
James and I would spend our days and evenings watching whatever baseball game was on TV and SportsCenter. He gave me a love for a new baseball team, and we would cheer them on together. Then I would get bored and fall asleep on my bed while he continued watching SportsCenter.
As much time as James and I would spend in a bed together, we never actually did anything more than kiss. Not make out, just kiss. Trust me, I wanted a make out sesh more than anything, but it just wasn't James' style. He barely liked kissing at all. I guess everyone he had been with before were sloppy kissers, I don't really know. Anytime I tried to kiss for more than a couple times in a row he'd pull away. I still liked it for some reason though. It's whatevs.
Since we didn't kiss, we sure as hell didn't do anything else. Not yet anyways. That's to come.
Spring break and the entire month of March seemed to fly by. Before I knew it, prom was coming around again, so I started looking for dresses and ideas for what i wanted James to wear. The cool thing about him being a freshman is that he told me "Blake*, it's your prom. I'll do whatever you want me to. I just want it to be perfect for you."
Coming up next, my junior prom.
My name is Blake, and the carefree, easy relationship was what I loved most about James. however, I also wished it was a little more. Hopefully you'll understand eventually.
*all names have been changed to protect the innocent and not-so-innocent. Mostly, I'm the not-so-innocent.
Monday, April 2, 2012
36. Junior homecoming
You see, when you're from a small town, your high school has a homecoming for all the major sports. Obviously, the big homecoming of the year is still for football, but we also have one for basketball and wrestling.
Now this year, I got elected as a homecoming attendant for the first time. I should have had it my freshman year, but that's a completely different story. Anyways, that year there was only one senior in basketball, so she automatically got homecoming queen. What the athletic director decided to do was take the junior with the most votes and make her the "senior attendant" and take the junior with the second most votes and make her junior attendant. With this came a lot of bull shit from the girls I called my friends. Even though this caused a ruckus, it was nothing compared to what was to come my senior year. But we'll get to that.
James* and I talked on the phone the whole time I was trying on dresses and he helped me figure out which one I wanted. I didn't really like the one I ended up getting, but I think I paid maybe $15 for the dress at an outlet shop in town.
A couple days before the homecoming game, I attempted to donate blood at my school's blood drive. Now I don't know if you've heard of this before, but I have a condition called "rolling veins." Anytime I attempt to donate blood, the needle will hit the vein and all is good, until about 30 seconds after the initial hit. Then my veins get skittish and start to move away out from under the needle. The result is that I normally can't get the pint needed to donate, and lots of blood pools just underneath the surface of the skin, causing what looks like a humongous bruise. It's not a painful bruise, but it looks awful.
The reason why I tell you this is because I didn't really like my dress. Then the day of homecoming, I have this HUGE bruise looking thing in the crack of my elbow. My "friends" made fun of me for it. And for walking with a guy who was shorter than I was. Basically, it was a shitty day all around.
But then, James came up to me just after the ceremonies, wrapped me up in a bear hug and whispered in my ear "Blake*, you are SO beautiful. The other girls are just jealous." And so, I melted. Hook, line, and sinker. We took a picture together, and to this day it is still one of my favorite pictures of us.
My name is Blake, and sometimes sweet words from a boy can make the world a better place.
*all names have been changed to protect the innocent and not-so-innocent
Now this year, I got elected as a homecoming attendant for the first time. I should have had it my freshman year, but that's a completely different story. Anyways, that year there was only one senior in basketball, so she automatically got homecoming queen. What the athletic director decided to do was take the junior with the most votes and make her the "senior attendant" and take the junior with the second most votes and make her junior attendant. With this came a lot of bull shit from the girls I called my friends. Even though this caused a ruckus, it was nothing compared to what was to come my senior year. But we'll get to that.
James* and I talked on the phone the whole time I was trying on dresses and he helped me figure out which one I wanted. I didn't really like the one I ended up getting, but I think I paid maybe $15 for the dress at an outlet shop in town.
A couple days before the homecoming game, I attempted to donate blood at my school's blood drive. Now I don't know if you've heard of this before, but I have a condition called "rolling veins." Anytime I attempt to donate blood, the needle will hit the vein and all is good, until about 30 seconds after the initial hit. Then my veins get skittish and start to move away out from under the needle. The result is that I normally can't get the pint needed to donate, and lots of blood pools just underneath the surface of the skin, causing what looks like a humongous bruise. It's not a painful bruise, but it looks awful.
The reason why I tell you this is because I didn't really like my dress. Then the day of homecoming, I have this HUGE bruise looking thing in the crack of my elbow. My "friends" made fun of me for it. And for walking with a guy who was shorter than I was. Basically, it was a shitty day all around.
But then, James came up to me just after the ceremonies, wrapped me up in a bear hug and whispered in my ear "Blake*, you are SO beautiful. The other girls are just jealous." And so, I melted. Hook, line, and sinker. We took a picture together, and to this day it is still one of my favorite pictures of us.
My name is Blake, and sometimes sweet words from a boy can make the world a better place.
*all names have been changed to protect the innocent and not-so-innocent
Sunday, April 1, 2012
35. Nerves, with a shot butterflies
February came around, and I was starting to look for dresses for my junior/senior prom. Now like I've said before, James* and I were together without the title. I liked him a lot, and he liked me a lot, and I knew that I wanted to take him to prom. I just didn't know how he'd feel about going with me. So I finally decided that I did want him to accompany me, and I did what any responsible older person would do, I went to his parents and asked for their permission to accompany me to my junior prom. I'd have to drive us everywhere, and I wanted to make sure it was okay with them for me to steal him away for half a day.
So I asked his father if I could take him with me to prom, and his dad said, "Well of course, you jackass." That's why I love his parents.
Unfortunately, his father also told him that I was planning on asking him to prom. I think it was easier for me to ask his parents than it was to ask him, just because I didn't think he would want to go. So after school one day, before a basketball game, I finally got the nerve to ask him. I walked up to him and told him I needed to talk to him.
He and I were setting out chairs together, and I said "Soooo, James, I have something I need to talk to you about. I kinda sorta wanna ask you something..." and his reply was, "Yeah, I'll go to the prom with you."
"How the hell did you know that?"
"Oh, Dad told me you were going to ask me. That's kind of weird that you asked him before you asked me."
"I was only trying to be polite. I would expect you to have asked my mom if it was okay for you to take me if I were a freshman an you were a junior. Just saying."
So James agreed to go with me to my senior prom. The female manager of his team overheard our conversation and got mad. She had the biggest crush on him, and as long as he and I weren't "official," she felt she had a chance at winning his heart. Either way, his answer made me super happy, and I skipped to tthe locker room to change into my uniform and get my mp3 player.
I had the date, all I needed was to work on a dress! I was the happiest girl in the world.
My name is Blake*, and I still look back on his "yes" as one of the happiest moments of my young love life.
*all names have been changed to protect the innocent and not-so-innocent
So I asked his father if I could take him with me to prom, and his dad said, "Well of course, you jackass." That's why I love his parents.
Unfortunately, his father also told him that I was planning on asking him to prom. I think it was easier for me to ask his parents than it was to ask him, just because I didn't think he would want to go. So after school one day, before a basketball game, I finally got the nerve to ask him. I walked up to him and told him I needed to talk to him.
He and I were setting out chairs together, and I said "Soooo, James, I have something I need to talk to you about. I kinda sorta wanna ask you something..." and his reply was, "Yeah, I'll go to the prom with you."
"How the hell did you know that?"
"Oh, Dad told me you were going to ask me. That's kind of weird that you asked him before you asked me."
"I was only trying to be polite. I would expect you to have asked my mom if it was okay for you to take me if I were a freshman an you were a junior. Just saying."
So James agreed to go with me to my senior prom. The female manager of his team overheard our conversation and got mad. She had the biggest crush on him, and as long as he and I weren't "official," she felt she had a chance at winning his heart. Either way, his answer made me super happy, and I skipped to tthe locker room to change into my uniform and get my mp3 player.
I had the date, all I needed was to work on a dress! I was the happiest girl in the world.
My name is Blake*, and I still look back on his "yes" as one of the happiest moments of my young love life.
*all names have been changed to protect the innocent and not-so-innocent
Thursday, March 29, 2012
34. Back to school, back to normal seeing time
James* and I returned to school in January, and I was super excited to be able to see him almost every day. I enjoyed the little half hugs between classes in the hallways, holding hands when sitting next to each other at lunch, sneaking glances at each other during conversations, and spending time between school and games together. I really liked this kid a lot, but it was hard for me to want to like him so much. The only other real relationship I had had at that point was with Henry. And as you could tell, it wasn't a very healthy relationship. Because of that unhealthy relationship, I was afraid to let myself care that much about someone ever again.
James' birthday was midway through January. He and i hardly ever went on dates, but I convinced him to go on a date with me to the dollar theater in town. I picked what I thought would be a short movie, but it ended up being almost three hours long. I was so afraid we were going to get in trouble for being out so late...it was only his 15th birthday, after all. (I had just turned 17 a few months before, so I promise it wasn't as bad as it sounds!)
Immediately after the movie, we called his parents to let them know that we had just finished the movie. His dad understood, he had seen the movie before and knew how long it was going to be. We just had to head straight home since it was a little after midnight. It was no problem for me.
At this point, James and I had been together for a little over two months. We held hands all throughout the three hour movie, and he finally gave me a little kiss on the lips right at the end of the movie. To me, it was the sweetest gesture in the world.
I counted that night as our first date. Even though it was for a cheap movie, he paid, bought dinner, and bought us snacks. He finally admitted to me that he kinda liked me that night as well.
My name is Blake*, and first dates are always memorable, no matter how many you go on.
*all names have been changed to protect the innocent and not-so-innocent
James' birthday was midway through January. He and i hardly ever went on dates, but I convinced him to go on a date with me to the dollar theater in town. I picked what I thought would be a short movie, but it ended up being almost three hours long. I was so afraid we were going to get in trouble for being out so late...it was only his 15th birthday, after all. (I had just turned 17 a few months before, so I promise it wasn't as bad as it sounds!)
Immediately after the movie, we called his parents to let them know that we had just finished the movie. His dad understood, he had seen the movie before and knew how long it was going to be. We just had to head straight home since it was a little after midnight. It was no problem for me.
At this point, James and I had been together for a little over two months. We held hands all throughout the three hour movie, and he finally gave me a little kiss on the lips right at the end of the movie. To me, it was the sweetest gesture in the world.
I counted that night as our first date. Even though it was for a cheap movie, he paid, bought dinner, and bought us snacks. He finally admitted to me that he kinda liked me that night as well.
My name is Blake*, and first dates are always memorable, no matter how many you go on.
*all names have been changed to protect the innocent and not-so-innocent
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
33. A little downtime to prove my like.
I can't exactly remember if the following events occurred before or after NYE, but I know this is when James* and I started to be a little more serious.
You see, even though James told me that he liked me often, it took a while for it to get that way.
One night, I convinced him to go with me to Fiona's* neighbor's house and hang out with a bunch of the guys and girls from the basketball teams. He played street ball with one of the guys for a couple hours while each of us girls got all mushy over each of the guys there (we were perfectly paired off). A couple of the guys were cute, but I only had eyes for James.
Eventually the boys stopped playing ball, and we all headed inside to watch some movies. Two couples headed to the bedrooms to do what they do, and me, James, and one other couple stayed inside. I wanted so badly to just kiss James, but he wouldn't have it. I tried EVERYTHING to kiss him, and he just didn't want to be having a public display there in front of God and everybody. Eventually I just gave up and we sat in the recliner together to watch who knows what movie.
Eventually his mom called and told him he needed to be home. While we were on our way home, he told me he wanted to spend more time with me. So I drove him home, and he told me to drive down the street just a little bit, and he'd put his mom in her bedroom then come get me. So I did what he said. I was in serious like with this young cub, and would have stolen the moon for him if he asked me to.
I wish I could say that he and I actually ended up kissing all that night, but it just wasn't his style. Instead, he was just super sweet the whole night and held me...he was also obsessed with the song "Bless the Broken Road" by Rascal Flatts at the time, so it played on repeat throughout the whole night.
We laid in his bed talking for hours, and he held me, kissed me on the forehead, and held my hand all night. It was beautiful.
About 4 a.m. rolled around, and I told him I was sooooooo tired and that it was going to suck ass trying to drive back to my house. His mom was also going to be waking up in the next 30 minutes - hour and we didn't want to cause problems with her.
He walked me to my car, and I drove on a cloud the whole way home. I knew I was headed for trouble and I was running into the wall of love hoping for a concussion.
My name is Blake*, and I can't listen to Bless the Broken Road without thinking of that night. It forever changed me.
*all names have been changed to protect the innocent and not-so-innocent
You see, even though James told me that he liked me often, it took a while for it to get that way.
One night, I convinced him to go with me to Fiona's* neighbor's house and hang out with a bunch of the guys and girls from the basketball teams. He played street ball with one of the guys for a couple hours while each of us girls got all mushy over each of the guys there (we were perfectly paired off). A couple of the guys were cute, but I only had eyes for James.
Eventually the boys stopped playing ball, and we all headed inside to watch some movies. Two couples headed to the bedrooms to do what they do, and me, James, and one other couple stayed inside. I wanted so badly to just kiss James, but he wouldn't have it. I tried EVERYTHING to kiss him, and he just didn't want to be having a public display there in front of God and everybody. Eventually I just gave up and we sat in the recliner together to watch who knows what movie.
Eventually his mom called and told him he needed to be home. While we were on our way home, he told me he wanted to spend more time with me. So I drove him home, and he told me to drive down the street just a little bit, and he'd put his mom in her bedroom then come get me. So I did what he said. I was in serious like with this young cub, and would have stolen the moon for him if he asked me to.
I wish I could say that he and I actually ended up kissing all that night, but it just wasn't his style. Instead, he was just super sweet the whole night and held me...he was also obsessed with the song "Bless the Broken Road" by Rascal Flatts at the time, so it played on repeat throughout the whole night.
We laid in his bed talking for hours, and he held me, kissed me on the forehead, and held my hand all night. It was beautiful.
About 4 a.m. rolled around, and I told him I was sooooooo tired and that it was going to suck ass trying to drive back to my house. His mom was also going to be waking up in the next 30 minutes - hour and we didn't want to cause problems with her.
He walked me to my car, and I drove on a cloud the whole way home. I knew I was headed for trouble and I was running into the wall of love hoping for a concussion.
My name is Blake*, and I can't listen to Bless the Broken Road without thinking of that night. It forever changed me.
*all names have been changed to protect the innocent and not-so-innocent
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
32. My first super drunken NYE with good friends
James* and I surprisingly hit it off really well. I don't know what it was about us, but the chemistry was there from the first time I told him I thought he was cute. I loved spending time with him before and after practices and games almost every day. We didn't really do anything but sit around watching sports on TV, but we got along really well.
We were together about three weeks before Christmas break hit. That first Christmas break was when I found out how hard Christmas was for him. I found out that his grandpa had passed away on a Christmas Eve, and he had also been broken up with on a Christmas Eve. So I just sent him a text message that wished him well and told him that I was thinking about him all day and that I would be there if he needed me. I didn't see him at all that break.
New Years Eve came along, and I decided to spend it with my teammate Fiona*. She and I broke into her parents' liquor cabinet and sneaked a drink before we had our other teammate's brother come pick us up. The five of us acted like jackasses walking around the country sipping on vodka and Coke like it was the best tasting shit in the world. And it was a fun ass time.
James didn't drink. He hated when I was drinking too, so I tried to stay away from my phone and him all throughout the night. He was at a church lock in with his oldest brother Tommy*, and toward the end of the night he called me. It made my night. I was so happy to hear from him, and he told me that he was having a lot of fun but he really missed me. And that these girls were hitting on him so he wanted a picture of me to show them who his beautiful girlfriend was. Talk about a sweetheart.
Fiona was dating a boy named Landon*. The problem was, Fiona's parents didn't like them dating. So in order for Fiona and Landon to be able to talk to each other, the used my phone. So I used Fiona's phone to talk to James, and Fiona used my phone to talk to Landon. It was a night of deceit and I loved every second of it.
Other than talking to James for a little bit, that was about the extent of the excitement of my New Years Eve for my junior year in high school.
My name is Blake*, and NYE is a kick ass time as long as you have amazing people to spend it with.
*all names have been changed to protect the innocent and not-so-innocent
Update on the boys in this entry:
This is just the beginning of the long and complicated relationship between James and I.
Surprisingly, you'll get to hear more about Landon in the future :)
We were together about three weeks before Christmas break hit. That first Christmas break was when I found out how hard Christmas was for him. I found out that his grandpa had passed away on a Christmas Eve, and he had also been broken up with on a Christmas Eve. So I just sent him a text message that wished him well and told him that I was thinking about him all day and that I would be there if he needed me. I didn't see him at all that break.
New Years Eve came along, and I decided to spend it with my teammate Fiona*. She and I broke into her parents' liquor cabinet and sneaked a drink before we had our other teammate's brother come pick us up. The five of us acted like jackasses walking around the country sipping on vodka and Coke like it was the best tasting shit in the world. And it was a fun ass time.
James didn't drink. He hated when I was drinking too, so I tried to stay away from my phone and him all throughout the night. He was at a church lock in with his oldest brother Tommy*, and toward the end of the night he called me. It made my night. I was so happy to hear from him, and he told me that he was having a lot of fun but he really missed me. And that these girls were hitting on him so he wanted a picture of me to show them who his beautiful girlfriend was. Talk about a sweetheart.
Fiona was dating a boy named Landon*. The problem was, Fiona's parents didn't like them dating. So in order for Fiona and Landon to be able to talk to each other, the used my phone. So I used Fiona's phone to talk to James, and Fiona used my phone to talk to Landon. It was a night of deceit and I loved every second of it.
Other than talking to James for a little bit, that was about the extent of the excitement of my New Years Eve for my junior year in high school.
My name is Blake*, and NYE is a kick ass time as long as you have amazing people to spend it with.
*all names have been changed to protect the innocent and not-so-innocent
Update on the boys in this entry:
This is just the beginning of the long and complicated relationship between James and I.
Surprisingly, you'll get to hear more about Landon in the future :)
Monday, March 26, 2012
31. Meet my high school sweetheart
After I got done wasting time with Fraser, I began to focus my attention on James*. James was a couple years younger than I was, and we both played basketball together. Me and my friend Haley* both noticed James the first day of school. We looked at our other girl friends and said "DAMN! When did James get HOTT?! What happened to the little chubby kid that used to play baseball?!" And yes, he was very hot. He had slimmed up over the summer and his hair got lighter with the sun and his eyes were just as beautifully blue as before. James and I first started talking to each other every now and then just as friends, and then once basketball season started we talked more and more.
At first he was with some other girl, but they were just "talking"...you know how high school romance goes. First you're "talking," then you're "together"...DUMB. Anyways, so he and this other girl were "talking," and then somehow after the second week of basketball games, he and her were no longer talking and he and I exchanged numbers and were talking and/or texting almost every single night.
I'm not exactly sure when we decided we were "together," but the next thing I knew we were spending quite a bit of time together.
James' story is a very long and complicated one, so I just wanted to introduce you to him for today. Stay tuned!
My name is Blake*, and I would have never thought I would let someone my brother's age sweep me off my feet.
*all names have been changed to protect the innocent and not-so-innocent
At first he was with some other girl, but they were just "talking"...you know how high school romance goes. First you're "talking," then you're "together"...DUMB. Anyways, so he and this other girl were "talking," and then somehow after the second week of basketball games, he and her were no longer talking and he and I exchanged numbers and were talking and/or texting almost every single night.
I'm not exactly sure when we decided we were "together," but the next thing I knew we were spending quite a bit of time together.
James' story is a very long and complicated one, so I just wanted to introduce you to him for today. Stay tuned!
My name is Blake*, and I would have never thought I would let someone my brother's age sweep me off my feet.
*all names have been changed to protect the innocent and not-so-innocent
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