Behold, 15-year-old Lauren:
Wow, yes. So much to make fun of, so little time.
This, as you can tell, was the year of my first Samsung flip phone—big things were happening in my life. And I had a huge crush on a guy that I had absolutely no chance with (only because he was eight years older than me). We’ll call him Drake.
Spoiler alert: Drake got married and had two kids within the next couple of years. My poor little heart…
Drake, whom I mentioned in the above entry, isn’t really the point. I actually stopped liking him around July 18, according to that entry.
The fact that around that time I started to get texts from a different guy didn’t hurt, either. Thus began my first pseudo-relationship with a guy we’ll call Jimmy. And by pseudo I mean we didn’t actually date, he just told me he liked me so we texted back and forth and sometimes even instant-messaged late at night on MySpace. Obviously things got pretty serious.
Jimmy was the first guy to “sweet talk” me, for lack of a better term. I’ll let my adolescent self explain as she did on August 13, 2005:
As you can see, I was getting texts that said things like, “Hey, beautiful,” and “Miss you, kiddo.” (Side note: Don’t ever call someone other than an actual kid “kiddo.”) And I was young and excitable and got lured into this trap. BUT, like all relationships based solely upon the foundations of flirty text messages, things turned sour.
Less than a month later:
Less than a month later, he got a girlfriend, and his way of telling me was to stop talking to me. Super classy guy.
Oh, how I wish I could tell you that this was the end of the Jimmy Saga. Alas, it was not.
Thankfully I chronicled it all in the Eiffel Tower journal, so one day when I had a blog of my own I could share it all with you.
Oh, the joys of reminiscence. More to come very, very soon.