Scotty (part one)
I met Scotty when I was 19 and he was 17. I worked at a gas station and I was on again off again with Audrey's dad, Robert. (Robert is another story for another time). We became very close friends and hung out together all the time. During one of the times that Robert and I were broken up, Scotty and I drank a lot of tequila and had sex. I felt Scotty was too young for me back then and pretty much told him it was the tequila and that it didn't mean anything.
I was a pretty fucked up 19 year old. That was pretty much my slut year. Actually, I was a pretty fucked up teenager in general, but again, that's another story. Scotty was not the only one night stand I had that year.
We stayed friends for a couple of months after that until I got back together with Robert. Then Scotty kind of faded into the background and wasn't around as much. I don't remember if that was my doing or his. Maybe it was both of us. I pretty much got pregnant with my daughter the minute I got back together with Robert that time.
Robert and I broke up shortly after we found out I was pregnant, probably for about six months. I don't remember Scotty coming back around during that time, but of course I don't remember shit from that pregnancy. All I did was sleep and eat and mope around. I was very depressed during that time. We got back together before she was born and then broke up again, for good this time, when she was about four months old.
Scotty came back into my life shortly after that, but I don't remember how that happened. We were best friends again. His dad got me a job where they both worked so Scotty and I spent a large amount of time together. There ended up being two more tequila and sex incidents. A little while after that Scotty let me know that he wanted to be more than just fuck buddies, but I told him no. At that time he was 19 and I was 21. I felt he was too young for me. I was really just too messed up a person to handle a relationship with him anyway. I realize now that he was probably too intense a person for me to have been able to handle at that time.
Our relationship became distant at this point and he kind of stopped talking to me at work. I then got laid off and we stopped talking all together. At some point (after the last time we had sex) I started dating a guy named David (I was with David for three years...nothing interesting in that story though).
A couple of months after that Scotty showed up at my house, sat me down and told me he was in love with me. He said he wanted to have a serious relationship with me and he missed me. I told him no and that I was in love with someone else. I remember crying because I knew I had hurt him badly. He left and I didn't hear from him again...until several months ago.
I was a pretty fucked up 19 year old. That was pretty much my slut year. Actually, I was a pretty fucked up teenager in general, but again, that's another story. Scotty was not the only one night stand I had that year.
We stayed friends for a couple of months after that until I got back together with Robert. Then Scotty kind of faded into the background and wasn't around as much. I don't remember if that was my doing or his. Maybe it was both of us. I pretty much got pregnant with my daughter the minute I got back together with Robert that time.
Robert and I broke up shortly after we found out I was pregnant, probably for about six months. I don't remember Scotty coming back around during that time, but of course I don't remember shit from that pregnancy. All I did was sleep and eat and mope around. I was very depressed during that time. We got back together before she was born and then broke up again, for good this time, when she was about four months old.
Scotty came back into my life shortly after that, but I don't remember how that happened. We were best friends again. His dad got me a job where they both worked so Scotty and I spent a large amount of time together. There ended up being two more tequila and sex incidents. A little while after that Scotty let me know that he wanted to be more than just fuck buddies, but I told him no. At that time he was 19 and I was 21. I felt he was too young for me. I was really just too messed up a person to handle a relationship with him anyway. I realize now that he was probably too intense a person for me to have been able to handle at that time.
Our relationship became distant at this point and he kind of stopped talking to me at work. I then got laid off and we stopped talking all together. At some point (after the last time we had sex) I started dating a guy named David (I was with David for three years...nothing interesting in that story though).
A couple of months after that Scotty showed up at my house, sat me down and told me he was in love with me. He said he wanted to have a serious relationship with me and he missed me. I told him no and that I was in love with someone else. I remember crying because I knew I had hurt him badly. He left and I didn't hear from him again...until several months ago.