my dating history part one
so basically...
I was born in miami and then I moved to texas, alabama, maryland, mississippi, spent some time in oklahoma, and finally retuned back to Florida. My first kiss was in kindergaten with a white freckled red headed girl. I try not to remember my past, so basically everything else untill now is kinda a blurrr. I'll try to explain as much as possible.
Okay, I've developed this term a couple of years ago. I call it:
P.M.S. - Pre-Maridal-Sex
Anyways, I moved back to florida when I was about 8 i think. It was my entrance into 4th grade that truly marked my entrance into puberty. I think that year I had a crush on every girl in the school. I even remeber this one moment when a girl dropped her pencil and we bothed picked it up at the same time and bumped our heads. I thought that was so cool. Its been moments like that ever since that have made my labido shoot up. I guess im more into romance than anything else. I've always watched those teen flicks of the 80's and 90's and said to myself, "Why cant that be me?"
I'm the hopeless romantic. I want to meet a girl in a specific way that you could tell a story about. I want that fairy tale meeting were i rescue her in a carriage or we buy coffe at the same starbucks for years but at different times. Then, finally one day we both go in at the same time and fall in love. We just happen to have everything in common, and both have equal but slightly different aspirations in life.
O yeah...I have this thing with the starbucks cafe industry...it just sounds so romantic...24/7 munchies that keep you awake 24/7. It has always seemed like the best intellectual hangout i can think of...mostly because every barnes and noble has a starbucks attached to it...and I like the idea of the internet cafe.
Then it was 5th grade, and i was in gifted. I had just gotten into rap last year to fit in and...i started wearing long pants instead of shorts. I turned out sitting with Devon, my dream girl. She was everthing I needed and still need. Maybe she could use a little education into the music industry, but shes still so perfect. She's beautiful.......How can i love her?....let me count the ways.
She's read every book known to man, She has a definative skill for playing the viola (string instruments turn me on), she has the cutest button nose, and she has the smoothest most nicely shaped legs. I know that sounds wrong, but i'm a guy. What can i do? I cant help it. She also seems to wear skirts and stuff like that all the time.
Back to 5th grade, I gave her a Hand made card for Valentine. I remember we had a big test the next day, and i spent the whole night making the card for her. I even put perfume on it. I thought of giving her flowers, but i didnt have money.
The following day, at lunch, i took the perfume drenched card and awaited to make my move. Once all students were out and away from the room, I approached the toats, storage boxes used to carry each students materials. The room was a rectangular portable witha ramp leading to a door on one side, and a screen, used to divide the portable on the over side. Well, the toats were nessled tightly against the screen, and i had to walk a long way. Each step represented 50 heartbeats of a young boy. I was about to pass out of heart failure when my teacher stopped me. She viewed my poor self card in hand smelling like perfume, and she let me go. While winking, she whispered,"dont take too long."
The mission was a success. I was in for weeks of aquard feelings and weird looks. She might have told some friends or something rather leaked out, and the whole school was against my me. Back then it must have seemed as a sin to love another. I am not sure if what i felt...what i feel when i love is truly love. Most people say love is not real, that they dont love they like, and the occasional im too young to love. But if you truly believe in it, that what you feel is love, then it is. The definition of love will just change as you grow.
Later, I embarrassed her when i wrote in the school yearbook that i loved her.
She chased me accross the hallway threatening to hit me