Steve was after Miles and he was a skater. I bought him a white quicksilver hat for his birthday that he hated. We broke up after four weeks and I can’t remember how. John was an Active guy and that was pretty cool (at the time).He tried going too far one night and I pretended to fall asleep so I could avoid the whole situation; he stopped calling. I called him for three weeks straight saying I didn’t like him but I needed to know what he hadn’t liked about me. I never found out. Gavin ate a green, wet burrito at the Mexican restaurant I worked at. He was 34 while I was 18 and he took me back to his parent’s house, lit up a joint and laid on the couch. We did this for several weeks while he told me cute stories about his two kids that his ex-wife had custody of. When we made out I stared up at the ceiling trying not to cry; I never saw him again. Emad spoke Arabic, which turned me on. He was three years younger and worked by me at the mall. He wrote me love letters in Arabic and bought me a heart necklace. I never showed him to any of my friends or family because of his age (he was 16). We made out in my car in the parking lot on our lunch breaks at the mall. I stopped talking to him shortly after; I had no interest in a youngster. Tomar was from Israel and that turned me on. He bought me a bracelet and he had fluffy hair. He lived in an apartment with three other guys from Israel and they would walk around with their fluffy hair and tighty whities. I was in my own little world there, smoking cigarettes on the couch. He asked if I would marry him for 2,000 dollars so he could become a citizen, I laughed it off. We made out one night and it turned premature. I started avoiding his calls and he went back to Israel. Doug was short and stalky and my best friend’s boyfriend’s friend. I went to his dorm one night, the second night we ever hung out. I drove 45 minutes at 9 at night to go see him. I wore a backless shirt and a small white skirt—could have been mistaken for a hooker but I thought I looked cute. We made out in his big fluffy bed and after I never talked to him again. Sean was my long distance boyfriend from Louisiana. We stayed up late into the night typing rapidly and laughing out loud. We flew across the Country making several visits; walking in the snow, eating sushi, drinking bubble tea, being in love, falling asleep to Mae, and lying in bed all day. He cheated on me two days before a trip to see me, I told him not to come and he listened. We met up several months later and drove to Vegas. I couldn’t stand the sight of him. The turning point really struck me when we ate breakfast and he picked up little crumbs off the table with his finger and ate them; all I wanted to do was grab his face and slam it into the wall. We didn’t talk much after that except when he called to tell me he was getting married. I met Carlos on my voyage to Mexico and we lived in the same house with the same Mexican family; in a way it was incest. He snuck into my room one night while it was storming outside. We made out under the white sheets while my roommate was in the next bed over. The next morning at breakfast we couldn’t wipe the smirks off our faces. We both left Mexico and met in Vegas several weeks later and I couldn’t stand the sight of him. I hated him the whole time and we never talked again. Kyle had fluffy hair and skater style. I went to his house one night and watched a movie sitting between him and his mom on a loveseat couch and she baked us cookies. We hung out on and off while I tried avoiding the turning point because he was so feminine. The last time I saw him we made out and it was premature. I haven’t talked to him since. Matt I knew from H.S. and I liked him anytime I was buzzed. He was cute and friendly but when it boiled down to it I saw no drive, no stable future. We kissed once and I never talked to him again. Sam was a boyfriend I had who was always broke. I accepted that though, because we never went anywhere, which I loved. We stayed indoors, in bed and cuddled. The turning point slapped me when we went to Jack in the box and he asked me if I would buy him a 99-cent chicken sandwich because he couldn’t afford one of his own; I was immediately disgusted. Then a couple days later he had the worst breathe I had ever smelled and it never went away; the bad breath or the turning point; it was a deadly weapon. I met Mike at my very first job; he was older, cute and tall. He had a smile that could make you weak to your knees and a charm you couldn’t deny. He was older and I never told my friends when I would hang out with him, I was too ashamed. We went to the zoo together and I wore the same hooker outfit I had worn to see Doug. The backless shirt and mini skirt—I wore this to the San Diego Zoo, a place where people take their children. Not many things I am ashamed about in my past but this is definitely one of them. It ended and I can’t remember how. Paul was my best friend’s boyfriend’s band member and it was an 80’S band. I think that tells all. We made out against all my friends wishes, he donated white wedding to me and then stopped talking to me because he didn’t like my body. That one still hurts to swallow. Johnny got facials at the salon I worked at, he had a girlfriend and a baby and pressed me up into the dark corner and tried to kiss me. We hung out a couple of times but I couldn’t get past his chicken legs and ugly white shoes. I’ve avoided him ever since. Scott was Paul’s roommate all tatted up and I loved his style. I just liked making out in his comfy bed; I liked being in that bed. But he had a curled up lip and scummy teeth and his weight was on the verge. I met Zanders at Sammy’s and I left my number in the bill. He made reservations at the most expensive restaurant in town, asked me to pay half of the bill and then asked to see my boobs. I never talked to him after that and he would harass me with texts for the next several months. Finally, I picked up the phone and said you made reservations for the most expensive restaurant in town let me pay half and then wanted to see my boobs. I never heard from him again.
I have dated a guy from every branch of the military; I have dated several foreigners, skater, punks, and preppies. I have dated basketball players, football players, tennis players, soccer players, and volleyball players. I have dated tall, short, skinny, and plump. I have dated brown haired, blonde haired, black haired, red haired, shorthaired, fluffy haired, longhaired, and no haired. I have dated funny guys, serious guys, losers, and accomplishers. I have dated the rich and the poor, the smart and the stupid. I have dated guys with children, ex-wives and girlfriends. I have dated older men, younger men and men my age. I have done long distance and short distance. I have been really sad and really happy. I have been giddy and excited and scared and anxious. 80 percent of the guys I have kissed have been a one-time thing, unintentionally.
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