I met this boy this summer. His name is Cameron. And he is extremely cute.
I admit reluctantly that when I first checked him out, I was not all that impressed with his face. He was fifteen years old at the time with a red acne face and braces on his teeth. He was tall and skinny and honestly, not all that attractive. He wasn't ugly, god no. He just wasn't that pretty. That was in May.
It all started with a forty-something man who I'd come to admire through working as a waitress. He was talking to me and my parents while we were at the cafe, taking a seat next to me on the booth so he could speak to us. With a text message, he started by saying, "Hey, he's probably your age."
I had no idea who he meant. With no preamble, he started talking about a boy that worked with him at his ranch--Busted Ass Ranch, if you'd like to know the name. He then pointed him out to me because he was actually in the cafe at the time.
After that night, I tried to decide whether or not I should add this boy on Facebook, after all, I didn't know him at all and he could be crazy or something. But after a couple days of mulling it over, I clicked that little add friend button and suddenly, my life changed.
I'd give it an hour or two after he accepted the request that he messaged me saying "hey". I thought nothing weird of this, after all I didn't know him, why not start talking to him. We spoke for a few hours until I asked for his phone number so we could text more. He complied and after a few more hours of chatting, we bid adieu.
We spoke a few times a week for months, but now, we text at least every day, and I kind of feel almost empty when I don't because I'm so used to it. We either snapchat or text and it just feels like this special kind of connection that we have when we talk. My friends are jealous because we're slowly working up to being best friends, which is rare to have when you start a relationship.
He's been to my house a few times already, too, which we spent just sitting around talking in my house, all alone. I wish I had the balls to just kiss him when we were alone, but I don't. Though, I'm working my way up to asking him to a movie now that he has his license. And when we do go out on that date, I swear that I am going to take the reigns if he isn't and I'm definitely going to kiss him, even if it's just on the cheek. That's a start at least.
It feels really special for me to have found something like this. I just really, really hope that it lasts.
1.16.2014
A Night To Scare Your Socks Off
Halloween. A night of candy and masks and horror movies. A night that I both regret and love.
My blonde little head had to make a decision before Halloween this year. I could either hang out with my best friend, Kassidy, and probably end up doing something crazy, or I could hang out with a boy. The one boy that I have been wanting to hang out with for months. I made the idiotic decision to hang out with Kassidy.
While I love the skinny little girl with the cute blonde hair, that night turned out worse than I had wished it would. Like most things the pair of us do, it turned out quite unexpected. We first intended to spend the night at her house, eating all the food under the sun and watching horror movies and pranking our friend, Anna, who was spending the night with us. Clearly the night did not turn out that way.
It all started with a phone call. Our large Mexican friend, Waagen, dialed up Kassidy's number completely unknowing as to how our night would end because of it. While we were taping up a human shaped figure from a trash bag, we were told to come into town and trick or treat with him, Pablo, and Nathan, the Florida boy I've mentioned before.
As naive as we were, we saw nothing wrong with this proposition. We were fourteen/fifteen, after all. We could handle ourselves in the big bad town of Britton. So we accepted and set out quickly to find costumes. Our costume goal for the night was something different, but not out there. We weren't doing masks or makeup, but we weren't just going in jeans. That is how we wound up wearing black leggings, black shirts, leather jackets, combat boots, and black hats. Think of it as post-grunge, bike gang robbers with eyeliner.
Once in town, we drove immediately to our designated parking space in the grocery store parking lot, and walked by Waagen's house, which was right next door. He had yet to emerge with Nathan, so we decided to have a little fun. Our candy bag was a white pillow case, which we balled up and used as a makeshift rag. Our idea was to hide behind the corner of the school which was half a block from Waagen's house. We were supposed to meet up there, so it was the perfect plan. We were going to shove the "rag" in their faces and tell them to give us all their money. This did not work out. Somehow, they scared us instead. I can't really remember how.
With our laughs subsided, we took off to Pablo's house. Now, Pablo is this tiny little Mexican boy who's had a crush on me for at least a year. He's quiet and also very weird. While I love the kid, I would never, ever consider the kid. On the way to his house, we also stopped by this kid named Parker's house. Parker is a young little eighth grader who actually had his girlfriend over currently. When he emerged, it was blatantly obvious he had previously been making out with her--puffy, red lips, girlfriend standing behind him, obvious signs, really.
With the five of us suited up and ready, we set off to obtain some candy. We gained about a half a pillow case of candy without a hitch, if you don't consider being pulled over by the cops a hitch--no worries, Pablo was friends with this man and he just stopped to chuck some dots at us.
After near a half an hour of this walking bullshit, we decided that we needed a little break, and how crazy a coincidence, Nathan's house was empty and we were perfectly free to go there. This being my second going there without any parental permission, I felt slightly like a rebel and slightly thrilled.
Most of the details of the night are a blur to me now, as it's been a few months that I've neglected to write about this night. I apologize if I get any of these details wrong, but if you have a real problem with it, you can contact any of the other people involved.
Whence we arrived at his house, we rooted for food and drinks and sat down to watch a much needed horror movie. Fear Island. When we settled into the couches, it was obvious Nathan was picking up what he previously had with Kassidy and fast, despite his very nice, very pretty girlfriend who knew nothing about the night. While they wrestled on the floor, I took a spot on the love seat, soon to be joined by Waagen, who sat down just a tad too close for comfort.
Pablo stretched on the couch across from us, which was something that I wished I could do so I could escape the body heat from the boy next to me. It wasn't long before we played Truth or Dare, the classic party game for high schoolers.
It turned bad fast. It turned into truth or dare or strip, really. If you refused to do your dare or answer your truth, you had to remove an article of clothing. Kassidy was dared to lick Nathan's bellybutton, and refused, therefore compromising and rolling her shirt up to where her bra ended. Nathan was then dared the same. He accepted and reluctantly licked her stomach. I was dared to kiss Waagen, something I refused so fast I got whiplash, and ended up taking off my outer shirt, leaving me in leggings and a tanktop. I did, however accept my dare to kiss Pablo on the nose, only because I knew this boy would care not a bit. I was tease, I admit, but come on.
When that portion of the night was over, we continued watching the movie, but lo and behold, I was still stuck on the love seat with Waagen. His body was closer to mine than I had ever wished it would be. He actually had the audacity to assume I liked it, too. And because of how clueless and generally rude this boy was, he pulled my legs over his lap and groped my boobs and butt numerous times. He even tried to hold my hand! Do you have any idea how hard I wanted to smack him? I actually tried quite a few times. But here's the kicker, the one part of the night that got my blood boiling so hot. When I tried to get up, to leave the love seat and take a spot on the couch that was far more open than the spot next to him, he would not let me. He. Wouldn't. Let. Me. Can you spell violated?
Now you see why I hate this night with a fiery passion, yet I still liked it because other than that part, it was pretty fun. We played call of duty in Nathan's bedroom when his dad came home, and Kassidy and I spent the time behind them comparing bras and bra sizes. Pablo ended up cutting his finger on the fan. We were yelled at to stop wrestling. And somehow the two Mexicans ended up in a fight.
Because of said fight, we left the house and went to the yard instead to watch them fight it out. This is one example of a detail I completely forgot about the night. If Kassidy hadn't found it taped on her phone months later, I would have completely forgotten that it actually happened.
After that, we left the house and walked around. Kassidy and I got to spend most of the night in town waiting for our friend Anna, who had been at a volleyball game before and was riding back with us from town. I think at some point during our walking Pablo said something offensive. We don't remember what it was, but it was enough to rile Nathan up just a little too much. Now, Nathan has a bit of a track record with anger. He had Pabs on the ground with his hands around his throat in seconds. We had to pull him off of him.
The rest of the night was OK, though. Back at Kassidy's house on the old country side, she, Anna, Lisa--the German exchange student who was staying with Kassidy--, and I watched a horror movie in the basement. So, at least we ended a frightening night in a more frightening way.
That night will forever be etched in my brain because when I see Waagen, I see the look in his eyes when he pulled me back down on the couch to him. I think I understand the fear of rape now. Because if it had just been the two of us, I fear for what could have happened to me.
My blonde little head had to make a decision before Halloween this year. I could either hang out with my best friend, Kassidy, and probably end up doing something crazy, or I could hang out with a boy. The one boy that I have been wanting to hang out with for months. I made the idiotic decision to hang out with Kassidy.
While I love the skinny little girl with the cute blonde hair, that night turned out worse than I had wished it would. Like most things the pair of us do, it turned out quite unexpected. We first intended to spend the night at her house, eating all the food under the sun and watching horror movies and pranking our friend, Anna, who was spending the night with us. Clearly the night did not turn out that way.
It all started with a phone call. Our large Mexican friend, Waagen, dialed up Kassidy's number completely unknowing as to how our night would end because of it. While we were taping up a human shaped figure from a trash bag, we were told to come into town and trick or treat with him, Pablo, and Nathan, the Florida boy I've mentioned before.
As naive as we were, we saw nothing wrong with this proposition. We were fourteen/fifteen, after all. We could handle ourselves in the big bad town of Britton. So we accepted and set out quickly to find costumes. Our costume goal for the night was something different, but not out there. We weren't doing masks or makeup, but we weren't just going in jeans. That is how we wound up wearing black leggings, black shirts, leather jackets, combat boots, and black hats. Think of it as post-grunge, bike gang robbers with eyeliner.
Once in town, we drove immediately to our designated parking space in the grocery store parking lot, and walked by Waagen's house, which was right next door. He had yet to emerge with Nathan, so we decided to have a little fun. Our candy bag was a white pillow case, which we balled up and used as a makeshift rag. Our idea was to hide behind the corner of the school which was half a block from Waagen's house. We were supposed to meet up there, so it was the perfect plan. We were going to shove the "rag" in their faces and tell them to give us all their money. This did not work out. Somehow, they scared us instead. I can't really remember how.
With our laughs subsided, we took off to Pablo's house. Now, Pablo is this tiny little Mexican boy who's had a crush on me for at least a year. He's quiet and also very weird. While I love the kid, I would never, ever consider the kid. On the way to his house, we also stopped by this kid named Parker's house. Parker is a young little eighth grader who actually had his girlfriend over currently. When he emerged, it was blatantly obvious he had previously been making out with her--puffy, red lips, girlfriend standing behind him, obvious signs, really.
With the five of us suited up and ready, we set off to obtain some candy. We gained about a half a pillow case of candy without a hitch, if you don't consider being pulled over by the cops a hitch--no worries, Pablo was friends with this man and he just stopped to chuck some dots at us.
After near a half an hour of this walking bullshit, we decided that we needed a little break, and how crazy a coincidence, Nathan's house was empty and we were perfectly free to go there. This being my second going there without any parental permission, I felt slightly like a rebel and slightly thrilled.
Most of the details of the night are a blur to me now, as it's been a few months that I've neglected to write about this night. I apologize if I get any of these details wrong, but if you have a real problem with it, you can contact any of the other people involved.
Whence we arrived at his house, we rooted for food and drinks and sat down to watch a much needed horror movie. Fear Island. When we settled into the couches, it was obvious Nathan was picking up what he previously had with Kassidy and fast, despite his very nice, very pretty girlfriend who knew nothing about the night. While they wrestled on the floor, I took a spot on the love seat, soon to be joined by Waagen, who sat down just a tad too close for comfort.
Pablo stretched on the couch across from us, which was something that I wished I could do so I could escape the body heat from the boy next to me. It wasn't long before we played Truth or Dare, the classic party game for high schoolers.
It turned bad fast. It turned into truth or dare or strip, really. If you refused to do your dare or answer your truth, you had to remove an article of clothing. Kassidy was dared to lick Nathan's bellybutton, and refused, therefore compromising and rolling her shirt up to where her bra ended. Nathan was then dared the same. He accepted and reluctantly licked her stomach. I was dared to kiss Waagen, something I refused so fast I got whiplash, and ended up taking off my outer shirt, leaving me in leggings and a tanktop. I did, however accept my dare to kiss Pablo on the nose, only because I knew this boy would care not a bit. I was tease, I admit, but come on.
When that portion of the night was over, we continued watching the movie, but lo and behold, I was still stuck on the love seat with Waagen. His body was closer to mine than I had ever wished it would be. He actually had the audacity to assume I liked it, too. And because of how clueless and generally rude this boy was, he pulled my legs over his lap and groped my boobs and butt numerous times. He even tried to hold my hand! Do you have any idea how hard I wanted to smack him? I actually tried quite a few times. But here's the kicker, the one part of the night that got my blood boiling so hot. When I tried to get up, to leave the love seat and take a spot on the couch that was far more open than the spot next to him, he would not let me. He. Wouldn't. Let. Me. Can you spell violated?
Now you see why I hate this night with a fiery passion, yet I still liked it because other than that part, it was pretty fun. We played call of duty in Nathan's bedroom when his dad came home, and Kassidy and I spent the time behind them comparing bras and bra sizes. Pablo ended up cutting his finger on the fan. We were yelled at to stop wrestling. And somehow the two Mexicans ended up in a fight.
Because of said fight, we left the house and went to the yard instead to watch them fight it out. This is one example of a detail I completely forgot about the night. If Kassidy hadn't found it taped on her phone months later, I would have completely forgotten that it actually happened.
After that, we left the house and walked around. Kassidy and I got to spend most of the night in town waiting for our friend Anna, who had been at a volleyball game before and was riding back with us from town. I think at some point during our walking Pablo said something offensive. We don't remember what it was, but it was enough to rile Nathan up just a little too much. Now, Nathan has a bit of a track record with anger. He had Pabs on the ground with his hands around his throat in seconds. We had to pull him off of him.
The rest of the night was OK, though. Back at Kassidy's house on the old country side, she, Anna, Lisa--the German exchange student who was staying with Kassidy--, and I watched a horror movie in the basement. So, at least we ended a frightening night in a more frightening way.
That night will forever be etched in my brain because when I see Waagen, I see the look in his eyes when he pulled me back down on the couch to him. I think I understand the fear of rape now. Because if it had just been the two of us, I fear for what could have happened to me.
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