2: Talk about your first kiss.
I cheat on my first kiss all the time, because I don’t like to count the TRUE first one because I didn’t actually kiss him back and I don’t think that should count. So. LMAO versions a and b.
In version a I had just moved to Conway Springs, so I think this might have been before you and I had even started talking, maybe. Maybe I dated~~ him for a bit when we’d first started talking? It was… shoot probably early October? Early to mid October maybe because it was Fall Fest week. Anyway, I had just moved, it was sophomore year and I was lonely and miserable and probably like. Weirdly depressed or something. I hung out with ma. I had only a couple friends yet.
Right behind my house was a gas station that had a little fry kitchen in it and sometimes during the summer ma, Allison, and I would walk over there and go buy snacks and stuff because there was literally nothing to do there. There was a pretty decently cute kid who worked there most nights. I had to text Allison his name and. :| awkward. His name was Dustin. Wow. Go figure. That’s creepy.
Anyway sometime after school started my sister ~let slip~ to him that I thought he was cute and he CALLED ME OUT OF THE BLUE !!!!!!!!!?! and asked me to hang out and blah blah so we had this weird week long ~dating~ situation if you can call it that. He never did take me anywhere but to the fall fest LMAO and he’d walk ALL THE WAY ACROSS TOWN just to walk me to school. And it sounds cute but I was actually uncomfortable with a lot of it cos I had no idea what to do and it was obvious he was way more into me than I was him and he kinda really bored me after a while.
Anyway, so he broke up with me after a week and I can’t even remember why. He walked me to the park, we were hanging out behind this little wall thingy and he broke up with me, started crying, and then gave me the most awkward, chaste kiss. While crying. And I just sort of… stood there. Trying not to recoil in horror.
(I think it’s worth mentioning that as I walked home, alone, in the dark, I cried because I was mad that HE dumped me and he cried while he kissed me.)
You can see why I reject that first kiss, surely?
Version B was Dan and idk if you remember him, either, but we met at a pool party and he called me the next day and we talked for ages and he would drive out to my house to hang out, sometimes after work, but he drove over the first Monday after we met and we hung out all afternoon/evening and sort of fell into a dating relationship~~ thing. And one evening we were hanging out inside, laying together before he had to leave and he’d started calling me pet names that at the time I thought were cute and I walked him out to his car across the street and it was sort of sprinkle raining and he kissed me ;A;
IN THE RAIN. IT’S SO CHEESY I STILL LAUGH ABOUT IT SOMETIMES.
And we stood outside in the damn rain for like, HALF AN HOUR just being dumb and kissing until it started raining harder and he had to get home before his curfew~ and it was ridiculously CHEESY and he turned out to be a total asshole but. He kissed me in the rain against his car and it was nice.
27: Talk about your favorite part of someone else’s body.
Bizarrely enough, because I seldom seem to care about it on other guys, I’m weirdly fond of Dustin’s back. Like. idk. It’s not even… I don’t know! It’ snot like. SEXY or anything, I don’t think? I just. Like it??? I like how it looks in fitted shirts and how it looks when he’s laying down and I’m forever pawing at his damn back.
Okay I like his arms, too. Until Dustin I hadn’t even cared much about muscles on guys but his arms were always really nice and toned and well defined and I would catch myself tracing his arms all the time, even if we were just standing around and talking with friends.
I do miss his hair, though. I miss his stupid messy shaggy ridiculously out of control moppy hair a lot. ;A;
32: Talk about a place you remember from your childhood.
When I was really little, living in a tiny shit hole of a town called Hope (Hopeless really) there was this little park kitty corner from my house. I know we used to call it something but all I can remember is “Tiny Park”. Idk. It was a SHITTY little park. The nicest part was this big gazebo where I would go hang out with my friends and we just made it our little homebase.
But it was a SHIT park cos the grass was always dead and FULL of prickly stickers. If we rode our bikes there, which we always did STUPIDLY and veered off path, you would inevitably come out of the grass even if you were in for like, 2 seconds, with stupid pricklers in your tires. You couldn’t play in the grass. There were swings and you had to be careful about how you hopped through the grass to get to them so you didn’t get prickled and god help you if you ever FELL in the grass.
But for some reason we hung out at that shithole park ALL the time, because it was where our parents could see us. Ma was friends with this lady, Lori, who had a little toy store sort of place right around the corner from us, so her boys and I would go play there and I’d run around there with my friends Kyle and Rhiannon and Cass once his mother opened the restaurant around the other corner of my house and the little girl whose mother worked at the car dealership across from my house.
It was such a central location, right across the street from the grocery store with the arcade, such a shitty little park, but it was ours.
