My first kiss was the summer after I turned fifteen when I worked at a summer camp. Many of the other counselors were guys and I developed a crush on one of them. He was tall, blonde, wore a studded belt and played guitar. I made my infatuation obvious, but, it was a different guy who kissed me behind the dining hall while I was completely unprepared. It was merely a peck and definitely not what I imagined a first kiss to be. Word spread through the staff, but I continued to deny rumors and pursue the punk rocker. Late one night he snuck to my cabin and gave me my first real kiss similar to one that would have been in a movie. We went steady for three years before I broke his heart.
Since then I have gone through several relationships, a couple heartbreaks and dozens of dates. I have never been inclined to settle despite watching my girl friends jump from one relationship to another, constantly needing a boy in their life. I would like one, but am quite picky and certainly do not need one. I can't get over he idea that one day someone such as Llyod Dobbler from Say Anything will enter my life and the rest will play out life a movie. I guess my high standards have come from being immersed in old movies and classic novels. Even if it is irrational, I refuse to lose hope that real romance still exists.
I date. A lot.
My type? Any. I like guys. Frat boy, punk rocker, hipster, musician, skater or nerd. I’m very open-minded as long as they can carry a conversation and keep me interested.
As my social media sites become more and more cluttered with ex boyfs, where can I rant, discuss and share stories about them? Clearly a blog. So here I am. Uncensored stories about a part of my life that I rarely confess the details of.
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