Monday, 3 September 2012

The unfortunate awkwardness of teenage years


So.... Here I am again, moving forward in the story.
I won't go into too much detail of my teenage years, as they were mostly filled with rejection after rejection, and too many humiliations to count.. :(  I have always said i'm like a fine wine... improving with age.. and the attention i get from the opposite sex proves that! the older I get the more compliments  i get and the more attractive the interested men i get are, so i guess I can forgive the teenage awkwardness if it meant flourishing in my later years ...

Basically, this includes moving through 4 different schools in 4 years, and two of those moves being country changes, therefore, i was a very lost lonely girl yet still idealistic and naive. I was a firm believer in signs, and always thought i could read guys minds, and assumed they liked me.. HAHA! boy was i wrong!
Once i realized my imagination was playing tricks on me, I developed an infallible method to get over unrequited loves...
I would simply go up to said boy, tell them i liked them to their face... and await the awkward silence that followed, along with the old school : I like you as a friend bullshit! haha, but... funny enough, all I ever needed was to hear it to my face, and within a day I was onto my next infatuation. I went through high school like this essentially. It did nothing for my self esteem, but at least i wasn't scared of hearing the truth, and somehow, it never stopped me from hoping that the next one might actually like me back...

Bear in mind.... I had the worlds worst hair style, braces, and HUGE glasses.... who am I kidding, i never stood a chance!

Until......
back in the days when email was a new thing, as was yahoo messenger and the likes...
I got an email on the family email addressed to me.. and the email it was sent from was : Ilove(my name)@hotmail.com , at the ripe age of 17, i had my first secret admirer!!! well, it didn't sit too well with my parents when they read the email first, and it was some guy saying that he had been watching me, and really liked me, and that he knew me, and all this stuff that i have forgotten, but that made my parents forbid me from emailing him!! well, no one had ever been interested in me, so like hell was i not going to investigate!!!
I made myself an email addy and emailed him back... i was really trying to figure out who on earth he was, because he clearly knew me personally, so it was driving me crazy!!! One day I finally caved and agreed to meet him in a public place..........

enter shocked, confused, and worried face at this point...

I waited at the appointed place, and when he approached me, understanding, confusion, and worry dawned on me all at once... i did know him.... but i also knew his GIRLFRIEND!!!! and she happened to be one of my sisters best friends!!! and a very scary goth like girl....

i was like... WTF!!!! he tried explaining how he loved me, and had been watching me, and wanted to get to know me better... and i was like... no no no no no... you're so and so's bf, im not getting in the middle of this... so what does the idiot of a man do... he TOLD HER!!  so then she goes all pschyzo on me, threatening me... took her some time to cool down before she would hang out w my sister at home anymore... and of course she dumped him... but i sure as hell wasn't going there!! He finally melted away into the fabric of time, never to be heard from again........

LESSON....
Now i have enjoyed/learned the worry of a secret admirer / borderline stalker....  I am clearly showing signs of my recklessness already by meeting some random internet person against all common sense! This reappears in later years...

What we see from here... as much as i wanted attention.... the wrong attention just won't do, and one needs to learn what situations to not dive into.

Next chapter..... the crazy love triangle!!! barely any men wanted me, until all at once 3 did.. stay tuned :)

Keep smiling my lovelies, for if we forget to smile, we forget to live! xx

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