Lets go on another trip down memory lane. I am in 6th grade, right around 11 or 12 years old. Its a sunny day and I am enjoying outside recess at Farmdale Elementary School. I am hanging with my usual group of friends, doing our usual sixth grader nonsense. The circumstances leading up to this moment are a bit fuzzy, but I had a crush on a boy I had known since 2nd gradeRandy Kreider. Next thing I know, I have kicked Randy in his testicular region and he is rolling around on the ground. I do the natural, I just kicked my friend, the boy I like in the family jewels-thing to doI RANFAST! Once I see Randy is once again upright, I send a friend to ask him a very simple question, Will you go out with me. Word returns to me in just a short bit, Randy has said YES.
Hot dog! I have my very first boyfriendunless you count Kenny, who was 16 when I was 5. Kenny was a family friend in his tight blue jeans with his white T-shirt and his pack of cigarettes rolled into the left sleeve. He had long brown hair that was feathered like one of Charlies Angels. I used to impress him with my lightning bug catching skills. He never gave me the time of daybut we had something special.
So I have my very first real boyfriend. The bell rings, signalling the end of recess has arrived, I return to my classroom, sit at my desk and the feeling of dread comes over me. I got sweaty and nauseas. I scan the room, find my trusty messenger girlfriend, and tell her to send another message to Randy. Tell him, Its over, I break up with him.
The minute I saw the deed was done, my stomach untied from its knots and my body returned to its more normal temperature.
And thats the story of my first boyrfriend.