A's Experiences

With this new blog, I feel obligated to share a few of my past dating experiences.

The First Real Boyfriend
I started seeing my first real boyfriend in 10th grade. What defines a real boyfriend? For me it was my first kiss. I had gone to dances with other guys and I had one other guy who was my boyfriend for two whole days. But this one lasted over a month--intense for high school right? haha. Well let's say he was the beginning of my dating issues. He cheated on me--he had another girlfriend at another high school. cool. Well it sucked and life went on.

Oh and I guess the healing process sped up after my brother's "breakfasted" his house. "Breakfasting"--to throw raw bacon and eggs at a house and car and fill the mailbox with coffee beans. Sweet Revenge.

The "I'm Gonna Kick You Outta My Car" One
A friend of mine was dating a guy and invited me to tag along to a picnic where he would be. Of course I agreed, who doesn't love a picnic? Well come to find out there was a guy for me. This guy was the opposite of my type--not that I have a definite type--he was loud, very southern, and a Jesus freak. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against religion, but here is what happened:

We're driving through a not so nice part of town when he asks me "Do you believe in God?" and I answered "Yes." (I consider myself Agnostic so I believe in the abstract idea of God, but I have no idea what religion if any is right) He then said, "Good, if you didn't I would have to kick you out of my car." He proceeded to lift up the sleeve to his t-shirt and show me his tattoo of the face of Jesus. Dude that's kind of a turn-off. He also claimed to go to church every Sunday. Lies--my friend did end up dating her guy and she told me that he was always too hungover to go to church. The only time she ever saw him go was when his dad was in town. Cool I love a hypocrite.

Later on our journey, he asked me, "So do you have a boyfriend?" My response was of course "No" since I was single at the time. He said "Good, because if you had a boyfriend I'd have to kick you out of my car." Seriously dude, we haven't even made it to the picnic and you've threatened me twice.

When we actually go to the picnic he complained to his friend and my friend that I was "too quiet" and "what was wrong with me?" Well homeslice, I don't wanna say anything to offend you for fear that I might not get a ride home.

Well when he finally dropped me off he asked "Do you wanna do this again sometime." UH REALLY? It was such a great experience maybe I should. NOT. So I said, "Oh I don't really think so, sorry." I shut the door and started to walk away. He peels out and leaves tire marks in front of my house. This from the guy who was driving 5 miles under the speed limit while threatening to kick me out in the ghetto.

Thank God I survived that one.

The "I Can't Break the Bro-Code Even Though I Already Did" Guy
My advice? Avoid you brother's friends. My other advice? Avoid Gingers, they don't have souls.
So the "Bro-Code" states that your friend's sister is off limits.

Well early in college I got to know my brother's friend who was fun, flirty, and cute. I saw him a lot because I didn't have my own friends yet and my brother's friends adopted me. Well this one guy flirted with me and I flirted right back. One particular night we were drunk and ended up kissing. Now this kiss was amazing, I don't know if it was the alcohol or that his lips were the perfect size for mine, but my mind was blown. Anyways, after we had kissed for a while, he freaked out and said, "we can't do this, you're P's sister." Okay, fine I can respect that you don't wanna drunkenly hook-up with your friend's sister, but really, did you just bring up the "Bro-Code?"

So a couple days later, I ask him not to tell my brother since I really didn't want to have this conversation. Well he never does tell my brother, but I did find out that he was telling everyone that "P's sister is a slut." Not cool dude. Funny thing is that after I hear this, he still flirts with me and on numerous occasions grabs my ass. Cute. I'm pretty sure he was the slut in this situation.

Needless to say, we never kissed again, but now every time I have to see him I'm annoyed (mainly because I still find him attractive). At least I learned my lesson to avoid my brother's friends.


Well that's just three of my dating stories and I'm a self-proclaimed serial-dater. I've got many more stories for you, so stick with me.

XOXO
A