It's funny how the oddest thing can take you back in time. Being a good Canadian I have been watching some of the hockey playoffs. During last night's game, my mind starting wandering back to my youth in Nova Scotia, as I lived in the same community as a little kid who is now arguably one of the greatest hockey players of all time.
That also brought me back to my first boyfriend, who shares his last name, and I wonder if they are related? It is not that big of a town, and how many could there be with that last name? I thought of searching for him on Facebook and then I remembered. And I blushed. I blushed a good 20 years after the fact.
I met this boy in driver training. He was a sweet kid and we got along great. We dated for a good 7 or 8 months. But we're talking seriously a platonic relationship. I can't even remember if we ever kissed. But we had such a good time hanging out -- and I was an unsophisticated 16. When I think about what many 16 year olds today do (and plenty of 16 year olds in my day as well), well, let's just say it would never even have occurred to me to engage in such activities.
But the reason I blushed is that I remembered how I dumped him. And dudes, it was so cold. And even then he was so nice about it. Right before school started in the fall I decided I wanted to date someone else, someone a little more exciting. We didn't go to the same high school, and we lived about ten minutes drive apart. So I called him and asked him to meet me at Blockbuster. Then, in the parking lot for heaven's sake, I told him I thought of him more as a brother and I didn't really want to hang out any more. Then I got in my car and I left.
Seriously -- how stupid was that?? And mean. I saw him the next year at a school dance and he was sweet and nice and friendly with me. Really, he should have told me where to go and how to get there. So, yeah, I don't think I'll be channelling his Facebook page.
What about you? Do you have any cringeworthy breakups?
I dated this moron in highschool for all of 2 months until I realized what a doofus he was. I didn't know how to get rid of him (goalie on the hockey team, Mr. Jock, etc) so my father told me I should always have a code word so that dumping was easy. He suggested "coat-hanger". "Hey Doofus, coat-hanger" and the breakup would be done. It wouldn't work with above mentioned doofus (whom did I mention won 12 million in Canada in a lottery with his father-in-law?) but my father did give my husband a coat-hanger on our wedding day to hang in my parents' house as a "welcome to the family". Okay...maybe not so cringeworthy...and I need more coffee! :)
Posted by: Emily | May 20, 2009 at 05:12 AM
Mine is awful. So awful, in fact, that after typing it out I decided to email it to you rather than post it for the world to see.
Posted by: Summer | May 20, 2009 at 06:12 AM
Emily -- I always wondered what that coat hanger bit at your wedding was all about!
OK Summer -- I am definitely curious now. Off to find my email.
Jenn
Posted by: Jenn | May 20, 2009 at 06:55 AM