Contest
The Good, The Bad, and The Oh So Ugly
The Bad Ones:
My Secret Identity as His Girlfriend
By J. H.
It was no secret that my boyfriend's mother didn't like me, so when my boyfriend of six months told me that we would have to tell people we'd broken up and then just have a secret relationship, I tried to be understanding. I mean, I didn't want him to get grief at home.
At first it wasn't too bad. It was sort of fun sneaking around, but then one day at school I found out that he was seeing another girl and just keeping me on the side. That was the last time I ever wanted a secret identity. And the worst part was that my friends didn't even give me much sympathy—they'd already done that when they thought we broke up the first time.
Janette's note: Oh, I know what his secret identity was: Super Jerk
The Worst BoyfriendBy D. G.
Josh Anderson had it all! The guns, the looks, the brains.
"Hey," he casually remarked, "Can I talk to you for a sec, Gen?"
I just nodded with widened eyes and floated over to him.
"So, Gen, are you going to the dance on Friday?"
I dumbly replied, "Uh huh . . ." and gazed into his beautiful, emerald eyes.
The next thing that happened, I never expected; he spit it out quickly, "Want to go with me and be my girlfriend?"
I couldn't even think after those words. My brain was as frazzled as an undone jigsaw puzzle. "Gen?"
I just replied as I pinched myself, "Yes . . ." I didn't even know what was going on!
I skipped over to my friends, not even caring what anybody thought about it. I whispered, "He asked me!" And, that was the last thing I remember.
I think I fainted because the next thing I knew I was sitting in the nurse's office surrounded by my friends and people I didn't know, seeing if I was conscious. It was such a haze after that. I think my mom drove me home in our SUV and that's how I ended up on the couch . . .
"It's the day . . ." I thought to myself. This is where it all began. He's in my first hour science class and he sat next to me because it was free seat day. He started the awkward conversation like this. "S'up babe?" I shuddered. It's only been part of a day and he already calls me babe? What's up with that? "Uh . . . Hi Josh." I stuttered.
"What's wrong babe? Will this make it better?" He tried to kiss me or was he just counting my teeth? Did he want to become a dentist? I pulled away the second I felt it. Even though he did that, I didn't care . . . He was too hot to lose. I wonder how the teacher didn't notice! She would have killed us if she saw that.
I went through all my classes until it was time for the dance. We walked into the dance hand in hand, "the populars" gawking at who I was with. We started dancing to the slow song that was playing right away. It started okay, but during the song he moved his hand down! What nerve! I moved his hand back up.
But then the rest of the dance was pretty boring because he spent most of the time flirting with "the populars". So, the rest of the time I sat in the bathroom. Our date turned into a hide-in-the-bathroom-because-your-boyfriend-is-busy-ignoring-you dance. The first day and he was already the worst boyfriend in history. Well, at least my history, but that's what makes it pretty important to me.
The thing is, I couldn't get the nerve to break-up with him. So, I was his girlfriend for two or three months and I still hadn't gotten up the courage to dump him. That was until he said he needed to talk to me. "Gen, can I talk to you?" he asked.
"Sure"
"I really like someone."
"I know, it's me, right? I mean, I am your girlfriend."
"Uh, Gen, I don't know how to break it to you, but here it is. We're over!" He said these last words and stormed away from me like I had "cooties." That was the worst boyfriend ever. It surprised me how one dance makes all the difference. If it involves boys, then you know something is destined to go wrong at some point in time. Hence my favorite saying, "Diamonds are forever, boyfriends never."
Janette's note: Plus diamonds go with every outfit.
My Ex BoyfriendBy A. S.
I had the worst boyfriend a girl could ever have. When he asked me out he also asked if we could have a private relationship. Which meant no one else could know. He claimed that it would be more fun and adventurous that way! But in the end I discovered he was just embarrassed to have a girlfriend. So of course, we never talked face to face. As a matter of fact, we never talked on the phone either. It was basically one of those kindergarten relationships where you still have cooties.
When I saw him flirting with a different girl everyday after school it was the last straw. I marched right up to him and broke up with him. It was by far the worst relationship I had ever been in!
Janette's note: Super Jerk gets around, doesn't he?
Ex GirlfriendBy A. M.
My ex-girlfriend was the worst. She was nice and all, but she just didn't use common sense. One day we were walking in the mall. She was walking in front of me and was talking to me. I couldn't hear her! She had her back to me! If she wanted to talk to me, she should've turned around! Here's another one of my pet-peeves that she loved to do. She'd call me to talk to me and it would end up taking her 20 minutes to tell me five sentences, because she was carrying on a conversation with someone else at the same time.
Finally, I'd had enough. So I called her up and talked to her like she talked to me. I basically repeated every moment of a football game to her, "Touchdown! Oh that was a nasty sack!" Then I said, "Oh darn, it's over."
"What's over, the football game? she asked.
"No, we are." Boop. I hung up on her, it was over.
Janette's note: Miss Manners would be proud.
Terrible BoyfriendBy W. W.
Fred was a terrible boyfriend. I only dated him for three days but here are some of the horrible things he did.
On Monday, as I was walking to Math, I saw a boy who looked like Fred, kissing Sally. I decided to let it slide for now. I changed my mind about that soon. When I got home, while I was doing my homework, the phone rang. It was Fred. "Hello?" I answered.
"Uh, Sally?" asked Fred's confused voice.
"No this is Traci," I said sadly.
"Well, sorry, I have the wrong number." I was so miserable that night, I cried myself to sleep.
On Tuesday, I ignored Fred in the hallways, but after school he caught up with me. He explained to me that he was calling Sally for a school assignment. I was unconvinced. Even though I was unsure, I agreed to meet him at the movies. So, that night I went to our town theatre and waited. It seemed like hours until I finally decided not to wait any longer. I walked into the movie we were supposed to be seeing and sat down. It wasn't long until I realized that Fred was sitting right in front of me. With Sally! I left for home, with tears running down my red cheeks.
On Wednesday I told myself he would get better. Contrary to my thoughts, he didn't really. When I saw him stuffing folded notes with hearts on them into Sally's locker, I made up my mind. I went up to him with hatred in my eyes.
"Fred, you are the worst boyfriend ever!" I said, loud enough for Sally to hear.
"What?!" exclaimed Sally. "He is mine!" Fred looked very frustrated.
"We're over!" Sally and I exclaimed at the same time. Ever since, Sally and I have been best friends.
Janette's note: Hmmm. I think he lasted about two and a half days too long.
My Ex-BoyfriendBy J. P.
Love, what a complicated topic. I myself thought I was in love once. Turns out I was wrong.
We had met through a friend of ours, and as soon as we laid eyes on each other, sparks began to fly. He said his name was Charlie and that's when I knew he was the one. We began spending more and more time together, and in that amount of time, I grew more and more attached. Then one Saturday we met up to go to the mall, and that's when he asked me the big question I had been anticipating. "Will you be my girlfriend?" Without even hesitating, I shouted "YES!"
A couple months had gone by and everything was going smoothly. We spent every waking moment together whether it was shopping, going out to see a movie, or even just doing homework at his house. Life was great! Little did I know, all that was about to change.
One day I went to his house, but his mom said he wasn't there. She said I was more then welcome to wait for him so I went to his room. I found his cell phone and began going through his text messages. There were messages from other girls, and from the looks of it, there were obvious signs of flirting going on. As I read more and more, I began to realize he was flirting back!
I threw his phone against the wall and watched it shatter as tears began to sting my eyes. Although I knew I should have left, I decided to wait for him to come home. As soon as he stepped through the door, I demanded that he explain himself.
He confessed that he had another girlfriend and that he was sorry. Before he could say anything more, I slapped him across the face, grabbed my stuff, and stormed out of his house. Some love story, huh?
Janette's note: Ouch!
My "Ex"By M. D.
Joy, happiness, LOVE, I fell into that one without even knowing it. It all started one afternoon during math class. The teacher was just going on and on about exponents and I was paying no attention to her since I had just received a note from someone. It was folded neatly, the same way my friend Jill folds, so I figured, "Oh great, what does she want to borrow now?" I was so wrong; it was really from the cute guy three seats behind me. I read the note at least three times before I realized he had asked me to be his girlfriend. I wrote back feeling confused but also lucky, I accepted (no duh).
For seven months he gave me everything a girl could ask from her boyfriend. Flowers would arrive before our dates at my doorstep, chocolate kisses would appear in my book bag, love poems in all the notes he would write me. He was the perfect guy. He totally loved spending time with me even when he was out with the guys he would invite me, which made me feel good like he wasn't embarrassed to be with me around his friends.
Unfortunately, we became so close that it was more of a brother-sister relationship. Our 'spark' had flushed its self down the toilet. I figured why not try and beat him to the punch; make it one last night out together with one last kiss, then its goodbye. I was so totally wrong, again.
We went on the date I planned, followed my schedule exact, except for when I went to kiss him for the last time. He turned around with the weirdest look in his eyes, a mixture of sadness and regret. I was worrying if now was the right time to break up with him. He finally just said, "I can't see you anymore, I'm so, so sorry."
He didn't say anything more so I just gave him a long comforting hug and said OK. When I returned to my room, the place where I had talked to him for hours on the phone and prepared myself for going out with him, I just sat and cried. I tried to take him off of my mind, but everything seemed to remind me of him or something we did together. I cried myself to sleep that night, and got over all of it in just two days, but I will never forget the most amazing seven months I spent with him.
Janette's note: I think that worked out for the best, actually. Let him be the one to feel guilty for breaking up.
My ExBy S. S.
There was this hottie in the eighth grade when I was in the seventh grade. All the seventh grade girls adored him. Well, one day I was walking down the hall to my next class and HE came up to me. He asked, "Will you go out with me?" At that moment I just about fainted and of course I said, "YES."
The next day came and the whole entire school knew I was going out with the hottest guy at Shepherd. Of course we talked every day and always hugged and made everyone even more jealous. After we had been dating for about a month, I saw him kissing another girl! I was furious and had to talk to him immediately. When I met him at my locker I asked him if he had kissed any other girl besides me. Just like I expected he said no. This made me mad so I was going to prove to him I knew he was seeing another girl.
The next day I walked to my homeroom and passed by where I saw him kissing that other girl, ugh! Perfect, there he was again kissing the same girl. Like I had planned, I pulled out my phone and took a picture of them kissing. I ran to my locker to make it seem like I had been there waiting forever. He walked up while I was filing my nails. We talked and I noticed a little bit of lip gloss on his lips. I asked him what it was from and leaned forward and kissed me. His warm lips against mine felt wonderful and I forgot all about my plan to expose him. He pulled back and said "you." Then he walked to class. I walked to my next class not caring if I was late. While I was walking I thought about how I totally messed up my perfect plan.
It was Thursday, the day I had to blow the whistle on him. Here I was again walking to homeroom but he was not there kissing the girl. I was confused, where was he and what was he doing? He was supposed to be kissing the girl so I could catch them in the act. I walked to my locker and he was waiting there for me. He handed me a bouquet of flowers and kissed me. I loved him so much after that and then he told me it was over. "What?" is all I could say. He told me I was too good for him, but I knew he was just saying that. He told me an eighth grade girl asked him out and he said yes. I took out my cell phone and showed him the picture I took of him kissing a girl. He said that was the girl and he was very sorry that it didn't work out between us. I said it was alright and I would see him around. He told me he still loved me and I said 'whatever.'
Janette's note: No, he was telling the truth. You were too good for him—just not good at breaking up when you saw him cheating on you the first time.
The Worst Guy Ever!By A. H.
Every girl dreams of getting the perfect guy. You know what I am talking about, the one that takes you to the movies and buys the popcorn. The guy that doesn't pressure you into doing things you don't want to do, or the guy that isn't afraid to show you off in your sweats and baggy T-shirt. Well, my boyfriend was the exact opposite.
He made me pay for everything, and when I say everything, I mean everything. For example, we went on a date to the mall for my birthday. On that trip 'for me,' I ended up buying him four sports T-shirts, two new CD's and I even bought our lunch at Panda Express. The only thing I got on that trip was a gumball, which I still bought with my own quarter. And just for the record, he didn't even pay me back for the $60.42 worth of stuff that I bought for him.
Besides the fact he never ever paid for anything, he also pulled mean pranks on me. It all started when we were at the park on a date. I was getting a drink out of the water fountain, and when I turned around he threw a ball at my face. It smacked me dead center and he just laughed while blood dripped out of my nose. That day I went home and just bawled my eyes out. To top that off, my nose was black and blue for week. Many people ask me why I ever stayed with this guy for five minutes. I really can't answer that, all I can say is that I was just plain stupid. I am still searching for that perfect guy who is just the opposite of my previous boyfriend.
Janette's note: Why did you stay with this guy for even five minutes?
Why my Boyfriend Was a Complete and Utter JerkBy M.
The little voice in my head said I should have been careful. I knew it. But I wasn't careful. When I was in 7th grade, there was this really cute guy. He flirted with all the girls, and when I say all of the girls, I mean all of the girls. Sometimes though, probably about once every quarter of the school year, he would "crush" on someone. You would know because he wouldn't flirt with her; he would be shy.
The class would go into a frenzy when he crushed on someone… "Omg! No way! Her?! But why?!" The girl would be the new center of gossip. The same thing would happen every time-he would go out with this new girl for about 2-3 weeks, then they would break up. Which is why I didn't let myself get too worked up about him when he crushed on me. It was the end of seventh grade, and we only had one week left of school. I paid him no mind, even when he asked me out for the summer. What was the point of working myself up about a boy now, right before summer?
Over the summer I completely forgot about his crush on me. Which is why when I went back to school the following year, I was shocked when he came up to me and asked me out again. Honestly, I was expecting the relationship to end at any moment. I was preparing myself for it. But week after week went by, and finally it was Spring Break, and we were still together.
My family and I went to Hawaii, and during that trip we made a big decision. I would go to a private, Catholic school. I would not be with any of my friends at the High School. I was devastated. I also had to break the news to my boyfriend. He took the news weird-he was there for me at first but towards the end of school, he got distant. I heard him ragging on me behind my back. "Yeah, she thinks she's so great, going to private school. What, the public schools to good for her?" It hurt. A lot. The worst part was that he never said anything to my face; it was all behind my back.
I always knew it wouldn't last. I had tried to prepare myself for the worst. But I wasn't prepared. Obviously, we aren't together anymore, but I still remember those last few months of eighth grade, and how he made them a living hell for me. I'm in 10th grade now, and am so thankful for getting away from him when I did. If I hadn't, would I have made fun of the people who went to the Catholic school I did?
Mr. BMWBy Anonymous
Garrett was the coolest boy in school, and every girl in the school had their eye on them. I don't know how I got so lucky, but I ended up his girlfriend. On Monday afternoon we were sitting together at lunch when he did something that surprised me. "Look," he said slowly, "I'm really sorry to ask this, but could you lend me some money?" I was really surprised. Garrett always dressed, acted, and said he had tons of money; I mean he drove a BMW to school. But of course I trusted him and gave him a few twenties.
That night some friends of mine went to the mall to hang out. After hours of shopping we went into The Cheesecake Factory to eat dinner. The waiter was walking us to our table when I saw Garrett and some other girl sitting at a table. She was sporty, blond, and had one of those three-hundred-dollar purses. As we walked past I saw him get a few twenties out to hand to the waiter. They were my twenties. I walked up to him and snatched them out of his hand just as he handed them to the waiter. I counted the money, and found all my money there plus five dollars. "Five dollars interest," I said simply and then walked off to sit with my friends. My friends and I watched together from our seats as he leaned over and muttered something to the girl.
"What!" she yelled loudly. We could here her even across the room and over the clanking of silverware on plates. "What do you mean you don't have money?" He said something else, looking down at the table. She kicked him, and then handed a Platinum credit card to the shocked waiter. Then she walked off. All I could do was smirk.
Janette's note: If this had been me, I just know she would have turned out to be his out of town cousin whom he had taken to dinner so he could ask her to donate a kidney to his ailing mother.
Will You Wait for Me? Um, no.By V. S.
When I was at Ricks College so long ago, I had a boy friend that I thought was really cool. We spent as much time together as possible and I was really happy with him. That was until a few months later when he started talking about going on a mission and how I was going to wait for him. Ha. I wouldn't wait for anyone and I quickly told him so. Well, the reaction I got from that was not what I expected and he got up from where we were sitting in the cafeteria and left. From then on he became a real jerk. He said before he liked me and liked to be with me but then when I mentioned not waiting for him he no longer wanted anything to do with me. Go figure. He did eventually go on a mission, and get married but it wasn't the same between us after that.
Janette's note: Reminds me of that Beatles song where Ringo sings, "What would you do if I sang out of key, would stand up and walk out on me?" I'm guessing this guy would.
Save the Last Dance for . . . whoeverBy R. W.
I can't believe I was the girlfriend of that jerk! His name is… for His sake I'll leave it out. Janette you're right, boyfriends are supposed to be loyal, caring, and, hopefully, handsome, but mine was only the last one. I just didn't know that when we got together.
It was the last high school dance of the year. I had told Him I didn't want to go, but my girlfriends talked me into changing my mind. I didn't have time to tell Him, the dance was too soon and I had to get ready. I came to the dance and hung out with my girlfriends for a song or two then decided to look for Him. I found him but I wasn't happy with what I found. He was this close, imagine my thumb and pointer finger almost touching, to kissing another girl. If you don't think I was upset, you're crazy.
I acted like a girl that had just seen her boyfriend cheating on her; I slapped him. Then the girl he almost kissed, slapped him too. I guess she didn't know about me either.
Janette's note: Ouch again! I'm beginning to think that some people need to come with warning labels.
Bad man; Bad MarriageBy G. H.
I was married to my ex-husband for 31 years. I was stupid enough to think that if I worked long enough toward it, things would get better. Also I had five children and thought, wrongly, that I had to stay in a dysfunctional marriage for them. I was pretty dumb for a long time.
My ex-husband was a very controlling person. He thought everyone should think and act as he did. He used to tell me whom we were going to vote for. I would rebel quietly and just go in the both and vote exactly opposite. I did that for a few years, until I realized that I was hurting myself more than him. I started reading and studying the people and the issues and made up my own mind who and what I would like to vote for, then no matter what he told me I would vote the way I wanted to.
My ex-husband tried suicide eight times in the years we were married. He never completed the job, but just wanted to get control over everyone. He was very moody. He would get angry for no reason. He finally got to the place where he would stump down the hall to the bedroom and lock the door, and stay in there and watch T.V. for hours. We would all grin at each other, take a deep breath, and then enjoy a few hours of peace. We were always walking on eggshells with him around.
He never gave the kids love. He knew how to punish and get mad, but he didn't know how to show love. After I was divorced finally, I was never sad, but always thought I WAS HAPPILY DIVORCED. After I was divorced, I had to find out that I WAS A PERSON OF WORTH. I didn't know that before. He liked to put me down to build himself up. He never taught the kids to respect me. That backfired, and none of the great kids I have, have any use for him.
Janette's note: Thirty one years of that?! Yikes! I'm so glad you're happy now and that your kids are great. Okay girls, take note: be glad you got rid of those lousy guys instead of marrying them.
The Constant ExBy J. B.
I have a constant X-boyfriend. Sometimes I wish he would stay an ex, but others I want him back horribly! He has done equally wonderful and horrible things. My fiends think he's a jerk but I don't tell them the details of my personal relationships. I can't seem to lose him because a lot of his friends are mine too and my friends are his.
People don't understand why I like him. I don't really either . . . but all I know is that I could melt in his eyes. The most recent thing he did is sadly jerky. We had been broken up for about 2 months and he told me he still had feelings for me. I told him to go tell it to some who cares because I was still hurt badly from our last break up.
A week later, being the bipolar person I am, I told him that I still liked him.
He answered with, "Oh sorry . I'm kinda going out with some one else now...." I was fuming! This was completely unfair! so I did what I do. I ran away. I secluded myself from the outside world for 3 days. Later that week was a party of a popular girl who went to my school. I went. So did he. Throughout the whole night I was constantly annoyed by him. Whenever I was talking to one of our friends, he would jump in between us and start a conversation of his own.
Some days I just can't stand the guy.
Janette's note: See above story and flee.
Absence Makes the Heart Go WanderBy A. R.
He (hereafter referred to as B. C. to protect his identity) was tall, dark and handsome. We had known each other all throughout high school (he claimed he had had a crush on me since sophomore year) but only started dating at the end of senior year. He was charming, intelligent, and could make me laugh. It was great.
We had only been dating two months when I left on a humanitarian trip. I was gone for a month, with no way of contacting him (funny how rare things like computers are in 3rd world countries) volunteering in orphanages and schools, building greenhouses and painting hospitals. When I got back I assumed everything would be the same between us, but yeah, things don't always turn out the way you think they will.
My friend Amy came over a couple days after I got home. She asked me about my trip and how'd I'd been and then started catching me up on all the drama that I had missed. " . . . and B. C. and Megan were in the hot tub in the backyard—"
I cut her off. "What? B. C.? MY B. C.? With Megan?"
"Yeah, they were totally making out."
"What?!"
Amy paused in her story. "Didn't you know? I thought everyone knew…"
I felt sick. "No, I didn't know that." I wasn't sure how much more I could say while still keeping my composure, so I listened to the rest of her update in silence. When she left, I sat in shocked silence. Half of me wanted to burst out crying, and the other half wanted to rip B. C's head off. How could he? He couldn't even wait a month for me? Wasn't I worth it? I must look so stupid! Everyone else seemed to know about his little fling, and me, the GIRLFRIEND was the only one left in the dark.
That night I decided to give B. C. a call.
"Hey B. C. How are you?"
"Good. I missed you while you were gone."
"Oh really? Hey, did anything happen while I was gone that you want to tell me about?"
There was a small pause before he answered. "No…why?"
"Really B. C., are you sure?"
Longer pause. "Yes . . ."
"Really? Because I heard about you and Megan. Making out."
Dead silence. Long silence. "Where did you hear that from?"
"It doesn't matter where. I just…why would you do that?"
"I didn't mean to."
"Oh, so making out with her was an accident?"
"No, she was flirting with me and I just…I just didn't want to be rude."
"You didn't want to be rude?" Was I really hearing him right? "You know, it's ok to be rude and say no to kissing someone when you have a girlfriend."
"I know, but…" he trailed off.
"But you just couldn't." He just couldn't resist HER, couldn't stop to think about what he already had instead of what was in front of him.
He didn't say anything.
"Well B. C," I said, "I hate to be rude," I took a deep breath. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before, but I knew what I had to do. "But it's over. I won't be with someone who cheats."
He still didn't say anything.
"Have fun with Megan." I hung up the phone, and that was that.
Surprisingly, after all this, B. C. and I have still managed to be friends. We exchange the random text message, and keep tabs on the major events in each other's lives. Which also goes to show you, things don't always turn out the way you think they will.
Janette's note: No sense in adding any of my wisdom here, since I did enough of that while it happened—as the mom.
My Ex-girlfriendBy B. C.
I used to date a really sweet girl who seemed like she could do no wrong. In fact, she never did anything wrong. She was an awesome girlfriend, and we had fun together. There was always an uncomfortable disagreement on our choice of religions, but we respected each other's anyway.
Long story short, she left the country for a month and I kissed another girl. I pretty much broke her heart, and I felt like a sorry cheating goober for a long time. I still talk to her from time to time, thanks to her being so nice. I know I wouldn't talk to me after that.
She was amazing, and you should be proud of her.
Janette's note: Hmmm. There is an amazing similarity between these last two stories . . . probably coincidence. But yes, I am proud of her.
The Good Guys/Girls:
Wonderful
By E. S.
I used to have the most wonderful boyfriend EVER. He was gorgeous: brown hair just the right length, an athlete's body, just a bit taller than I, and beautiful blue eyes that deepened and lightened with his mood.
He was also very nice. He would open doors for me. If I dropped something he would pick it up. He complimented my earrings. He was basically everything and anything a girl could ask for.
Sadly, we had to part ways at the end of summer 2006. I think he moved to New Mexico. Actually I have a feeling that I will see him again some day.
Janette's note: Didn't he leave a forwarding address?
Cool BoyfriendBy S. M.
My boyfriend was the coolest guy. One time we were at camp and he was daring this little kid to go up to a group of girls and say "Who's your daddy" then wait for them to laugh and say "I'm your daddy." I love funny guys! He is a professional skateboarder and is sponsored by big companies. Oh, did I also say he is extremely hot. He is to die for and that is why he was an awesome boyfriend.
Janette's note: It's probably bad luck to use the words "professional skateboarder" and "to die for" in the same paragraph.
AnnieBy J. K.
Imagine having a girlfriend who you would feel comfortable talking to as if she was a guy and your best friend. I did, and she was great! Her name was Annie. I first met and saw her at my best friend's bar-mitzvah. We were all dancing around on the dance floor and that is when I saw her. She was dancing with a couple of her friends. I knew right then I had a crush on her and I was going to ask her out.
Over the next two months I got to know her a lot better. I was over at my friend John Gallagher's house when I found out she lived right down the street from him. After about thirty minutes of talking, I finally convinced him to come to her house with me. She came out and about an hour later at John's house, I asked her out and she said yes !!! From then on, we talked on the phone basically every other day. She was the kind of girlfriend I could talk to normally and not have to act cool around.
Annie also didn't have any jealousy toward other girls. Another good thing about Annie was that I got along with her parents, so they trust me to be with her and for us to go to places together. Sad to say we were not together long. We broke up, but still remained good friends and can still talk about things. She doesn't try to avoid me or be shy or ignore me which is another good quality of hers.
Janette's note: If her parents like you, you must be really top notch. Kudos to you.
Coffee and Cocoaby Little Willow
Sometimes, having an ex-boyfriend who is a barista comes in handy. Like today, Sunday, when you're curled up on the comfy couch in the corner of the coffee shop and you realize you've run out of cocoa, but you're five pages away from the end of a murder mystery and you simply cannot pull yourself away from the book.
When that happens, you just kind of have to look up, catch his eye, and whimper before returning to the dark and stormy night on the English countryside. By the time you've discovered the identity of the murderer, he'll walk over carrying a pitcher of cocoa and a container of soy milk. You'll close the book, satisfied with the conclusion, smile up at him, and simply say, "Thank you."
Because, really, he didn't have to do that. But he did, and he still does. That was how you met, you ordering cocoa with soy milk even though it wasn't on the menu. He started laughing, and you two started talking. And talking. And talking. He almost got fired by his boss, so you apologized profusely, until he laughed that fantastic laugh again and told you that his boss was his older brother, who threatened to fire him at least once a week.
You dated for a month, then broke up six weeks ago. There weren't any platitudes, any tears. You two really were better as friends. He liked coffee -- and flirting with girls who ordered coffee -- while you liked reading on a comfy couch as far away from the coffee smells as possible.
He still makes a mean pot of hot chocolate.
You still come in every Sunday.
Janette's note: Oh, I would sooo stick around for good chocolate.
My Pre-teen BoyfriendBy V. H.
My boyfriend was a really cool guy, even though we had to break up to keep our friendship. He was smart, funny, and had all of the qualities that a girl wants in a guy! In order to keep our friendship, we had to break up. Before we were boyfriend-girlfriend, we were really great friends, and all of our other friends said that it might change our friendship in the group if we were together, so we decided to break up. He was still a really cool guy, but I am glad that we are just friends now.
Janette's note: Friends are funner anyway.
My Ex-boyfriendBy S. K.
My boyfriend was a really cool guy because whenever he was with his friends and he saw me he would always come with me and leave his friends behind. He was also very cool because we weren't like the kind of making out couple. I mean we would talk about everything and he was very good with my parents.
Janette's note: Oooooh, I don't even know the guy and I want to pinch his cheeks because he is so adorable. You know how to choose them.
Awesome GirlBy J. B.
I dated this awesome girl. Her name is Sara N. I would see her every day and she would smile and I would get so happy. She would hug me at any time in the day or any chance she could get. I would be upset and she would find a way to make me feel better. Sara was the best girlfriend.
Janette's note: You know how to pick them too.
Just friendsBy Taylor
My life went as usual, attending school, and talking to friends; which meant NO Popular people whatsoever. I tried to do everything I could to make the hottie I liked realize I was not just a ball of air that was taking up space. This meant spending all night trying to pick the right clothes out. But no, nothing worked. But then one day a miracle happened. Our teacher put us in a group together. When I heard this I wanted to jump out of my chair and do the jig of joy. But it would look like I was a total geek. Wait that might be a little bit true… but in a good way. Well the project went on as usual; me and him got to talk more and laughed a lot. The day he gave me his number was like HEAVEN! That night on the phone we talked non stop… about… random stuff. Nice huh! One time he called my name and I turned around to see what he wanted but I found myself tripping over my own feet while I was walking backwards. We got to know each other a lot better. After awhile people started rumors, like Taylor and Zach are going out. HE kept telling me we were just friends.
From then on we've been close, going to football games, hanging at my house, and becoming best friends. But one thing that always made me mad; why couldn't I be the girl he dates and not the best friend on the side? Am I not pretty enough? But I know from the last game we went to that we were never going to go out. He asked to me to talk with him away from everyone else.
I thought he was finally going to ask me out. He's like "Taylor , I need your advice?" from that sentence I knew it wasn't going to work. He asked me if I thought it was a good idea if he went out with this girl Jessica. I was like EWW NO! I do admit I was jealous but plus the girl is annoying and I told him that. He came back to me the next week and told me he hated her. I was victorious. So now he always ask my opinion things. We are still great friends to this day but we will never go out.
Janette's note: 1) I've seen your picture and you are pretty enough. 2) It's better to be friends. Girlfriends come and go. Friends have staying power.
Small Town, Cool GuyBy L. K.
His name was Ronnie Dean. He was the cool guy in this one stop town, with a population sign that read, "526." Ronnie drove a late 60's bright orange Chevy. It was a muscle car--all the way. It matched the muscles bulging from his forearms that seemed to be on constant display. At least in the hot summertime. His wispy blond hair curled around his ears and slightly over his eyes. Like you could only get a glimpse of his face, or what he was thinking. Ronnie Dean was the consummate ladies man. And while I only had him for a short while, it was a memorable experience for a small town girl who had just turned sixteen.
Janette's note: My husband picked me up for our first date in a repainted (I think it was spray painted with left over paint that vandals had abandoned.) bright turquoise, run down Nova. And I still went out with him again. That's true love.
