Multiple Choice Love

Nathan sent me about five of these notes during church one night, this last one resulting in his asking for me to be his girlfriend. Cute, if not, creepy. He was a real clown, slightly resembling Anthony Michael Hall in Pretty In Pink. That night my answer was No.

However.... Ten years later I did hook up with Nate who turned out to be quite handsome. But that's a whole other closet of skeletons.

For Scooter

This is a banner, of sorts, that I made for that last guy - Alan J. I'm not sure why I never gave it to him. But I figure the least I can do is show that I was totally into him at one point.

Note my artistic flair. Not a sign of things to come.

For The Rest of My Life

Woah! This guy wrote me a ton of notes! Long ones too. There's enough here to start a nice fire, which is really what I should do with these instead of post them on the net.

You need to know that I did not break up with this guy because he was a bad guy. I broke up with him because he liked me TOO MUCH. And also my friends were making fun of me because Alan was big on French kissing in the hall before my 5th hour. Even one of my teachers mentioned it. During class. Out loud.

I was 15 years old during this relationship. 15! Anybody who used the word "forever" with me scared the bejeebies out of me. I am confident that Alan made a great husband - eventually.

Dammit

After this series you will see that I was one of those frustrating Christian girls who could never be determined as innocent or guilty. Kevin J was in my youth group. I have no memory of him ever showing an interest in me beyond this one admission. And what I remember about it was my feeling of shock and loss for words.

Johnathan K

He was really a nice guy. And smart too. I feel the need to tell you this because of the admission I am about to make.

My best friend Stephanie thought it would be very funny if she asked Johnathan to be my boyfriend. She told him I liked him a LOT. The problem with this was that I did not like him. At least not like that. I didn't like LIKE him, ya know?

He sat in front of me in Algebra 1/2. (Yes, we had a class called Algebra 1/2) He was pretty smart and not unattractive, albeit kinda nerdy. He had potential. Some guys do need to pluck their eyebrows. But 8th grade is not the time to start that.

Steph filled his head full of lies without even telling me. Imagine my horror and surprise when he passed me this note.



I don't think I can count him as one who broke up with me since I didn't know we were together, right? RIGHT?