So the other day my dad brought up the topic of cruises so i told him Donald and I are planning to take one for our birthdays in 2011. He responded with “Why don’t you guys just get married? You spend all of your time together.” so i laughed cause little does he know whats going on and said “No, that’d be gross.” or something along those lines.

The next day i was over at Donald’s house, we were supposed to watch Star Trek but that didn’t quite happen. I told him about what my dad said and he said “You wouldn’t?” looking rather sad. I told him i might but that would be a lot of work, considering. We then proceeded to do things we shouldn’t.

Trey and I :)

March 2009

The next guy, I had known since middle school. Nearly every girl had a crush on him in seventh grade, including me. His curly dirty blonde hair and blue eyes and goofy attitude that was guaranteed to make you laugh were difficult to resist. I never had a chance with him in middle school, it probably wouldn’t have amounted to much anyway. My chance started junior year in high school when we had a class together and started talking and hanging out more and more. He would talk to me about his various girl problems and I would give him advice and tell him about some of my guy issues. Twelfth grade, however is when things started to change. We ended up having English class together and he sat behind me, always touching me in someway on my back or neck.  Sometime in February, he broke up with his girlfriend and from some strange twist of conversation about getting a new laptop, we started talking about dating. Our first outing was in March to a Starbucks nearby. We sat and talked by the window for about an hour when he noticed a friend of his was in his apartment overlooking the coffee shop. Tory called his friend and told him to look down in the Starbucks. Normal conversation ensued until his friend, Frank, noticed me.

“Are you sitting with a girl in red?” Frank asked. I was wearing my red petticoat because it was still pretty cold out. Tory answered yes.

“Is she cute?”

A nervous laugh, a funny look at me and “yeah” was Tory’s reply.

Somewhere in the conversation we were invited up to the apartment. My first impression of Frank was rather accurate as far as I can tell we proved to be rather similar. His apartment was clean and orderly which surprised me for a twenty-something year old male and the first thing he said was “I like cheese, I just ate macaroni and cheese with a pound of cheese in it. I’m Frank by the way.”

We sat down on the couch and flipped through the T.V. channels. Tory sat on my right and Frank on my left, we joked around about whatever was on the T.V. and settled on an action packed looking show with a talking Mustang.

“What is this show? It looks familiar.” Frank said.

“I think it’s Knight Rider. They did a thing about it on Mythbusters.” I answered.

“Yeah you’re right. That’s so cool.”

We watched it for a little while longer until it got pretty corny. It was around ten o’ clock when Tory and I had to leave because we had school the next day. Tory walked me to my green Dodge Dakota and we hugged.

“I think that’s the first time we’ve ever hugged.” He said.

“Nah, I’m sure we hugged in middle school at some point.” (I knew for a fact we did on the last day of seventh grade)

“Yeah you’re probably right. Well I had fun tonight, we should do it again sometime.”

“I agree. I’ll see you at school.”

We said good-bye and I got in my truck. We would do it again, many many times.

January-February 2009

Sometime in late January, Aristos came flying back.  I was on my way to work when I received a text from him asking if I worked that day because he hadn’t seen me in forever and had a dream about me the night before. As soon as my reply text went through, I saw him talking to one of the managers, broom and butler in hand. We, of course, weren’t scheduled to do the same thing, I was in concessions and he ushering. Throughout the work day, he would come to concessions and help me out which was a terrific excuse to flirt due to the running around like a chicken with your head cut off needed to run the concession stand. On one occasion however,  I actually didn’t mean to run into him and I apologized. He simply replied with “I don’t mind”. Later that day he proceeded to tell me about his dream which was rather short and very suggestive. He said we were on opposite ends of a hallway and I ran up and jumped on him, wrapping my legs around him, then he woke up.

There were about two weeks before my eighteenth birthday and I was planning on getting my belly button pierced but I didn’t want to go alone, so I asked Aristos to come with me. He replied with “That would be hot. I’d love to go.” The next two weeks passed without much of anything happening until the weekend before my birthday. The Friday before my birthday, one of my friends, Louie, threw me a birthday party to which I invited Aristos. Unfortunately he had to work until closing that night which meant he wasn’t getting of until around one. I also invited Blake who replied with, “ Sorry babe, I’m at work until three in the morning”, so neither of them were able to make it. The party was a blast, but it’s not what happened at the party that was great, it’s what happened the morning after.

“That may be all I need, in darkness she is all I see…” my phone was ringing and I was slightly mad that someone was texting me at six in the morning. I rolled off my bed and over to my computer chair where my phone sat, charging. The front of my phone read ARISTOS H. and my anger was quickly forgotten. I flipped open my phone and read the text message of a girl who’s crushing’s dream.  Aristos’ parents were out of town and he wanted me to come over before work and be his “cuddle buddy”. I quickly showered and told my mom that I was going to meet up with Emiliano before work for breakfast and left for Aristos’ house. I went up to the room he was in to find him laying in bed, shirtless with the covers all the way up. I took off my shoes and jacket and sat next to him. We started talking about random things and he eventually moved over on the bed to make room for me to lay down. We kept talking for awhile then we just stopped and looked at each other, his brown eyes making me melt. He slid his arm under me and drew me closer. We stayed centimeter away from each other, my eyes at his lips. I could see him curl his lips in and lick them, every passing second moving closer and closer to mine until our lips finally connected. His kisses were the best (until recently which is for much later) and we spent the rest of the morning kissing, cuddling and sleeping until work. While helping me in concessions, he would stay that extra second on my hand while passing things back and forth and would always brush up against me. The next day I found out he broke up with his girlfriend. That Wednesday was my birthday and he picked me up from school to get my belly button pierced. While we were waiting, he kept saying I was going to cry – I didn’t, it just hurt really bad. He also said he couldn’t feel his hand by the time the piercing was over because I was squeezing it so hard. On the way out he called work and told them he would be late because he still had to take me home. My dad was pulling out of the drive way when we pulled up to go get seafood for my birthday dinner. We parked in the driveway and went to my dad’s truck window to say hi. Aristos said sir and gave a firm handsake which gave my dad a good first impression. I showed my dad my belly and he asked if Aristos would like to stay for dinner and left for the store. Then, we went inside so he could meet my mom, which pretty much went the same way as my dad’s greeting. I gave him a hug and he left for work.

A few minutes later, my mom asked, “Is he mixed? I never would’ve noticed if we didn’t live here.”

I told her I thought he looked black despite how light he looked, he still had the black kind of hair and features. After my birthday we started to talk less and less and he got a new girlfriend about a month later.

I leaned against the wall, clipboard and flashlight in hand, and he was leaning rather close to me, his brown eyes starting to work their magic. Now, mentioning his brown eyes is saying something about them because I usually don’t like brown eyes and prefer blue or greenish eyes that have multipule tones to them. We talked about our day for a little bit and how much doing walk-throughs sucked, Aristos inching closer and closer until someone walked through the door.  “I’ve got to go to the bathroom.” He said and we both walked out.

Some time passed, I walked through more theatres, one of which happened to be Saw V. I noticed my next theatre was Theatre Two, so I sent him a text saying I would be back in his theatre soon. We met in the same place and I told him that Saw V looked pretty good but none of my friends would want to see it to me because they weren’t into those kinds of movies. We made plans to see it together the following Wednesday and he told me to come back during my break, Max Paine being a very long movie. About thirty minutes later I was sent on my break and went to Theatre two, as planned, to watch the last thirty minutes of Max Paine. Nothing extraordinary happened that day other than the realization that there actually was something between us, if nothing more than a physical desire. After the Theatre Two incident, I texted Emiliano, now a good friend of mine, to tell him what happened.  Emiliano is a rather poor secret keeper and soon everyone knew that an interest of mine was black and they always asked questions about him and demanding to meet him. Only a few of them ever would.

Nothing too bad happened when we watch Saw V. I, of course, feigned fear and he was there, arm already waiting to be wrapped around me. We stayed like that for the rest of the movie, I wasn’t reminded of the girlfriend fact until later while checking my facebook I noticed he put a picture of them up. We continued to be flirty for awhile until our work schedules stopped overlapping and we talked less and less. During the lull from Aristos, Blake came back into the picture. Blake was a tall blonde hair, blue eyed nineteen year old with a nice smile, a bright personality and was never down unless he was sick or something was seriously wrong. We managed to exchange number late one night after work and he asked me if I would like to see The Curious Case of Benjamin Button with him on New Year’s Eve. Absolutely nothing happened between us during or after the movie. Upon leaving the theatre, we ran into a coworker, Robert, who instantly noticed we were together and started asking a bunch of questions about us. After that, Blake and I tried to hang out but for one reason or another it didn’t happen for a long time.

fairestfall:

classics:

apolaustic:

sexismandthecity:

what are the first three words you see?

Mine were live, past, suicide

crush, fool, leave

Maniac, kiss, suicide.

Passion, Lust, Secret (hehe if you only knew)

SEPTEMBER-NOVEMBER 2008
Heartbreak is an inevitable feeling everyone goes through, I saw mine coming well before it happened. Emiliano was acting rather strange ever since I visited Scotland for two weeks and wanted to hang out with me less and other girls more. It was exactly one week before our senior year in high school started and he ended our nearly three year relationship over a series of text messages which he claimed to be the only way he could do it; otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to go through with the deed. Although Emil broke my heart, as I did his, he remained one of my best friends and helped me through many of the tough and good times to follow. Almost all the boys I fell for after Emiliano were the complete opposite of him thus, beginning what my friends would later call my “play-wrecking” stage.
The first two guys were around the same time, although I liked the second more than, the first at this point in time. The first, Blake, was blonde haired, blue eyed and fair skinned. He had a sense of simplicity about him which attracted my all too complicated self. Everyone who knew the both of us thought we would be cute together so, I entertained the thought for some time before concluding that I like the other boy more. Deep down however, I had a strange feeling that at some point Blake and I would end up together. Aristos was a light skinned twenty year old with light eyes and a funny and bright personality, his voice alone could make me smile. Unfortunately, Aristos was quite unavailable. Or so I thought.
It was a November afternoon at work which entailed having to walk through movie theatres to make sure they were running properly. Aristos had gone home early and returned with a few friends to watch Max Paine. Theatre Two was one of the larger movie theatres and had two walkways on either side of the seating area leading up to the screen, the right hallway much less traveled by movie-goers. While going about my walk throughs, I received a text message from Aristos saying I should come to Theatre Two and meet up with him. I walked across the bottom of the movie screen, flash light on, and proceeded to walk up the stairs to the right side of the theatre where Aristos was waiting further down in the walkway…