
15. It’s seems like a lifetime ago and yet just like yesterday all the same. It was a big year for me. My birthday was in the summer so I was 15 as a sophomore (most of my friends were older and getting to drive…not that I am bitter or anything). Fifteen was the year of my first real boyfriend. He was a senior. He looked like Goose from Top Gun. I’m still surprised that my parents let me date him. Though in their defense I was a really good kid. Never got in to trouble, didn’t drink or do drugs, and always had good grades…the only time slipping in Geometry to get a boy I like to tutor me (Hi B…he reads the blog). That ploy didn’t work so I went back to just getting good grades in that class. :P I have to say he was the worst kind of boyfriend to have as a first boyfriend. Why? Because he was actually a good boyfriend. We went out on fun dates like horseback riding, nice dinners, tons of movies, and skiing. He bought me flowers and stuffed animals and called me from … [Read more...]

