When I was a teenager, I was completely opposed to having serious relationships because I felt I was too young to have a boyfriend. I only wanted to have flings, and I wanted them to be free of romance.
So, there was this guy, Chris, that I barely knew through a circle upon circle of acquaintances (had been in the same places various times but probably hadn’t said more than “hello”). He was pretty hot. My friend Amy IMed me one day and was like, “You know that kid Chris who’s friends with X and Y… [plus description]... He asked me to ask you if you would want to go out with him on Friday.” (Hahahaha, because that’s how teenagers ask each other out.) I said sure, since he was cute, and I figured it’d be a non-serious, non big deal.
So, I told Amy to give him my address, and he picked me up that Friday night with a ROSE IN HAND. My reaction was basically this.
He then proceeded to take me to New Hope (which was like an hour away from where I lived) so we could walk along the shops there. But then he started to get too romantical, so I decided to go in a sex shop. Then, I got kicked out of the sex shop because I was only 16. I bitched about it for like 20 minutes.
Then he walked me past all of the shops and took me to a creek. He put a blanket on the ground and told me to sit down and then started kissing me way too romantically for my liking at the time (and for him, someone I barely knew and had felt no type of romantic connection with).
I said I wasn’t into him like this and just wanted to hook up. He was taken aback. I asked him to take me home.
lol