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Due to popular demand (I know, you guys love me too much *sigh*) I have decided its time to update the ... livejournal! So, I am going to tell you all a very speshul story. Here is some background information: In pre-school and kindergarden, I was a big hit with the boys. I went out with pretty much all of them. We would share rice krispy treats, jump on our parents beds together, the usual. Then I turned the big 0 6, and along came 1st grade. When I was 6, I fell in love.
or, at least I thought it was love, and I thought I should be in it. It was time for something more substantial, the previous had all been mere flings. Plus, everyone was doing it, even Kermit and Ms. Piggy.
so i decided to be in love too.
's' was such a cutie. Really, a beautiful boy. Big, velvety brown eyes, luxurious black hair, constantly rumpled with the cutest cowlick. He wasn't exactly the most stylish boy in grade 1, but at least his underwear didnt show when he sat down, and everything matched. He didn't smell funny, he was taller than me, plus he always beat me in schoolyard races. So that sealed the deal.
i was in love.
He was the he-man to my she-ra. We all played after school, on the jungle gym that doubled as a fortress. After a while, I decided to be the sorceress instead, because the sorceress had more interaction with the he-man. He had to be brought to me to be healed after each fight.
oh yes, i was in love.
We were in class together. And in the 30 minutes of recess, I used to chase him all over the playground. It was a heady game involving shrieking laughter and hot pursuit. Perhaps it wasn't as fun for him, as I always tried to slap his bum *ahem*. Or maybe he liked that sort of thing.... But that was how I wanted to show him I loved him.
to me, it was love, to him, perhaps harrassment?
One day, I gave him my phone number and forced him to promise to call me. I made him promise, over and over again. He was a quiet little fellow who seemed to prefer avoiding conflict. And so, one night, during dinner, he called:
S: Hello Shweta. Its me, S.
Me: Why are you calling me?!
S: _-silence-_
S: Ok, bye.
we hang up
At school the next day, and everyday after that, I didn't chase him around the playground. His bum was safe from me. I didn't challenge him to any more races.
I wasn't in love anymore. He'd moved to fast. We had had nothing to say to each other on the phone. We had a much better time playing at school, and he'd gone and ruined it all by calling.
the end.
So, I hoped you all enjoyed that story. Its sad, the one time I decide to get really serious with one boy, this is what happens.
