Memories- First Date

Our first date. April 14, 2007. I asked him to prom. We got Chinese food, he bought. I drove and almost drove us into a ditch on the way there. He never let me live that down.

We both had braces. We were goofy. We were so nervous and awkward with each other. Also, notice how Steve is not smiling.

Once we were there, we all mostly just sat around and talked. Steve and I ~*slowdanced*~ to the last song and then we went back to Lauren's house to hang out.

Where Steve fell asleep. 

I later found out that he kept wanting to kiss me that night, once we were back at Lauren's but I wouldn't sit still. Funny, he said the same thing about when he first tried to ask me to be his girlfriend. We went to a lake in the area and climbed up on all the rocks. I guess I kept going around to other rocks when he got the nerve up to ask me.

What a dork.

Women be Cray-Cray.

Alternative title- Bitches be Trippin.
Alternative title #2- Reasons Why I Hate Living in a Small Town/Where I Went to High School

Rant ahead.

So this involves a bit of a backstory.

My cousin is from California, but he goes to school here. His car got stolen, and the kid who took it drove it to San Diego. Everything is good with that now, but he was stuck here without a car, and had to be out of his dorms because the semester was over. My mom and I went to his dorm, got all of his stuff, and he stayed here for a few days until his mom came over to take him home. While he was here my sister and BIL came over, and we had tacos and margaritas. Good times. We ran out of ice, so my cousin, my sister, and I ran up to the store to get some. My sister stayed in the car. The girl who rang us up was a girl I knew from a distance, but I've never been friends with. We didn't really talk or anything, I didn't even know if she recognized me. This all sounds normal, right? How can this even go wrong?

Well today, she added Steve on Facebook. I had left a comment on his current status. Now, my picture is of me and Steve, so maybe that is what made her think of me? I don't know. Here's the conversation-

Girl from Store: hope u two arent still dating?


Steve: yep we sure are. is that ok with you? lol

Girl from Store: she came into my work with some dude. happy bday ha
 
 
Seriously? Let's go through this.
 
1. I might have male friends or family members. Steve is ok with it. I promise. And I might go out in public with them. UNSUPERVISED EVEN!
2. It is none of your business what goes on between us. We don't like you.
3. This is not a conversation to be had on a Facebook wall. Seriously.
4. If I WERE cheating and you had VALID REASON to believe that,  you don't tell someone on their birthday.
 
 
This isn't the first time we've had someone butt into our relationship.
 
Awhile back, Steve and I were at a really tough time in our relationship. A guy I talk to occasionally message me and said "So, I heard Steve did/said _______." I told him I knew that, but how did HE? He has never been friends with Steve.
 
This guy found out because he was reading all of his ex girlfriend's myspace messages, and Steve had talked to her about it. Wow, really? You're concerned about my relationship, when Steve and I are honest with each other, and you're going behind this poor girl's back to snoop on her?
 
 
And yet another example of the "girls and guys can't be friends" crap.
 
Steve has a cousin Arrick. He's the one who just went into the Navy and got married. He would hang out with me and Steve when they were both still here, and after Steve left I still hung out with him. Sometimes with his girlfriend, sometimes not because she was working. Well if she ever mentioned to her coworkers that we were hanging out, or we ever went into her work to say hi, her coworkers would freak out asking why that was ok with her, why we were hanging out etc.
 
They didn't shut up until she started referring to me as his cousin's wife. Are you people serious? It is obvious to everyone that Arrick is crazy about her. Aside from that, he's my boyfriend's cousin, that's low. Oh, and why would we go see her if there was anything going on?
 
Oh yeah, and it's none of your damn business.

Write On! #1 [Once upon a time, I almost dated Steve's brother]

Today I'm participating in the first writing prompt by Tattoos and Teething Rings. I figured it would be a good way to keep me updating. I guess sometimes I like being told what to write about.

Well, my options are either "What is the worst date you've ever been on?" or "How did you meet your boyfriend?" Well, I already told mine and Steve's story (if you haven't read it, it's up in my pages), but I've also never really had a bad date. I went to the movies with my boyfriend in 7th grade, where his friend got us to kiss (for the first time, in front of his friend, really?). I met a guy on myspace and later went on a date with him, but that was a pretty cute date- Panda Express, ice cream, park. So, I've never really had a bad date.

So I guess I'll do the full story of how Steve and I met. I do have some pretty hilarious pictures of him from then... but they are on my broken phone. Damn.

I guess this is one of those stories that you have to just laugh about and be glad they had a good outcome.

So here's the story. It starts my freshman year. I was into the local band scene and would go to 'shows' all the time. (Shows=concerts, but you know... local bands) One of these was pretty shortly after I broke up with a boyfriend. I went out with my friends to get over it, or something, so there we were, hanging out on this hill outside, and Scott was there. Scott is Steve's brother, but at the time he was just a guy in the same group as me, who was also kind of friends with my sister. So we all decided to play spin the bottle (well, cellphone), and I ended up kissing Scott. Awkward. Later on in the night he asked me to be his girlfriend, and I declined. Oh, high school. Looking back, this is all so ridiculous to me. So after that, we were able to just be friends. It wasn't weird, and I never really thought much about it.

Fast forward to junior year. I was getting over my 'bad phase', and stopped hanging out with most of my friends. This meant that I pretty much didn't talk to anyone the first month or so of my junior year. Wow, I'm so cool. So, I got sick of it, and one day I saw Scott, and was hanging out with him and his friends every day after that. We became really good friends, and pretty soon people could tell we were interested in each other. It was pretty much a "when" rather than "if" we started dating.

I know, I'm embarrassed admitting it.

So, since this is high school, there has to be drama right? Of course right.

While I was becoming closer to Scott, I was also becoming really good friends with his ex-girlfriend, Mandi. Silly me thought this wouldn't be any problem. Long story short, when I started becoming un-interested in Scott, he blamed Mandi. I kind of flipped out on him, saying how it had nothing to do with Mandi, and how dare he talk to my friend that way, and that REALLY made me sure I didn't want to be with him.

Oy vey.

As I started losing interest in Scott, I started to notice his brother. I know... I couldn't go 5 seconds without wanting a guy. All the while my 'whatever' thing with Scott was developing, I started being friends with his brother Steve. Somehow, Steve was just Scott's brother. Woops, my mistake. Anyhow, I eventually became sane, and I've been in love with the guy ever since.

The good things that came out of this?

Well, Steve, obviously.

I gained an awesome friend, Lauren. (Another girlfriend of the group)

Scott and I stayed good friends.

The knowledge that Steve thinks I'm awesome enough to ignore that I kissed his brother... twice.

Yeah... I like to pretend that didn't happen.

The One I Fell in Love With

Look at this guy.

This was his 'uniform'.

He spends his days doing this...

Maybe even a little of this...

There was always time for this.

This was as complicated as his days got.

I really miss this.

What I would give to see this guy every day.

I was talking to a friend the other day about how different things were in high school. I just got to thinking about the things I miss about Steve. I miss that he was so carefree. Everything was all about fun. He didn't need to stress about money. He worked, but only enough to get by. His days were about fun. We could spend an entire day doing nothing. Or we could do everything.

I think maybe that is the best way to fall in love. When you don't have the hard things to bother you, everything is good.

Anyway, so I was thinking about how good it would be if things were back like that. How awesome would it be if Steve were home? It would be so cool if he got to go skating with his friends all the time. He could have a regular job, a regular life.

That would be perfect, right?

But then I really started thinking about it, and I realized that I wouldn't want it any other way.

I couldn't see Steve spending his life in a place like this. He's so much more.

The love of my life is meant to be in the military, and I wouldn't ask for anything else.

I don't even know...

I don't have internet at home for awhile so I "blogged" this in Microsoft Word on Monday, and now I'm at the library, and have nothing else to say. Ugh.


I’m good at school. I know that’s sort of a weird thing to say, but that’s pretty much it. I’m a good student. I always got good grades. I never had to try very hard either. I think this was a blessing and a curse. When I was younger, I was so far ahead of the curve that I could put in average effort and got above average results. I never had to study for tests. I always finished homework in no time at all. Because of this, I kept it up through high school. Once I got to high school, I had those same habits, but they didn’t get me as far. Yes, I still got good grades. But I didn’t excel. That was fine for me. I had gotten so used to not having to try, that I didn’t want to put in the extra effort.




I wish I had tried more. I wish that I had the drive.

Our Story Part I

My sophomore year of high school, I wasn't the greatest kid. I didn't do anything too horrible, but it mostly stemmed from the people I was hanging out with. These were the people I had been friends with since middle school, and it was just a given that I woud hang out with them. I always had high morals and high standards, but I seemed to let these slip a bit, and stayed friends with people who weren't the most awesome for my well being. Anyway, it got to the point where I got sick of it all. A friend said that I either pretend her drug use was ok, or we wouldn't be friends.

I don't do ultimatums.
This was about the end of my sophomore year, and by the time I started junior year, I really didn't have any friends. Almost every day, I would eat lunch in my favorite teacher's classroom. It was pretty pathetic. I've always been a very social person, so despite being sick of people's crap, I was really missing having friends. So one day during my lunch hour a saw an old friend of mine, Scott, and decided to have lunch with him. I'd hung out with him a few times before, but I never really thought much of it. In the next few months though, we became very close. I had lunch with him and his friends every day, I was invited when they did things after school, it was like I had been a part of the group the whole time. I'd met most of them before: Dylan, his girlfriend Lauren, and a few others. Scott's brother, however, I'd never met.

Now, I would like to say it was love at first sight, that I was immediately drawn to him, and all that stuff. That wasn't the case though. He was just a really nice guy, that was all.

Honestly, it took him getting a haircut. Steve had shaggy hair, which was sort of fitting with his skateboarder style. One day, though, he cut it off. Yes. I will admit it. I didn't really notice him until he cut his hair.

Ok. I have to admit it. I almost dated Steve’s brother, Scott. I’d always been friends with him, and we had a lot of fun together. As it got closer to us actually dating though, I began to realize that I couldn’t ever be his girlfriend. He was different. He used baby talk to me. It was horrible. Amazing friend? Absolutely. I still consider him a really good friend. Also, I sort of realized I liked his brother, a lot more than as just a friend.
So I became more and more aware of the fact that I was really interested in Steve. He was cute, funny, sweet, and seemed to be completely oblivious to the fact that I thought all of that. Then the big high school dilemma- prom was coming up. It was pretty much a given among our friends that Steve would ask me. It got closer and closer to prom and he still didn’t ask me. He was even considering asking another friend of ours. So finally, I took it into my own hands and asked him. I was giving him a ride downtown, and as he was getting out of the car, I said, “So, we’re going to prom together, right?”

He was like “…Um, yeah.” Then he hugged me and left. I was so excited! So we made plans to double date with our friends Dylan and Lauren. I bought my dress, my shoes, and my jewelry. He rented his tux, and even asked me to stop buy to pick the color of his tie to match my dress. The night of prom came, and we all agreed to meet up at Lauren’s house to take pictures. When my parents were trying to get pictures of Steve and I, we were so awkward with each other! We could hardly touch. Looking back, it is the funniest thing. I mean now, we’re 100% comfortable with each other. Maybe even more.

After prom, things started to tense up. Basically, everyone was waiting for him to ask me out. It took our friend Lauren saying that yes, I did want to be his girlfriend; yes I would go out with him. Finally, in May, he got in my car and asked for a ride to his brother’s car, which was parked right down the road. I figured something was up, and finally, he asked me to be his girlfriend, I said yes, we hugged, and he went home.

That’s how you date in high school, by the way.

Our relationship in high school was a lot of fun. Our good friends Lauren and Dylan were also dating, so the group of us would go out to movies or go bowling. I think we both knew that it was more than just a high school thing. It didn’t take long for me to know that I loved him. I haven’t stopped since.

So anyway, things were going good. We were goofy kids in love. Our senior year started, and it was going to be the best year. Then, Steve decided to drop out of school. He was planning on joining the Air Force, and wanted to get his GED and join as soon as he could. This was a big deal to me. We ended up not seeing each other as much, and because of this, Steve decided to end our relationship. I thought it was the worst thing that would ever happen. Maybe I was a little dramatic, but it was horrible.

I spent the next few months in a daze. I just felt like my life wasn’t right without him. We kept talking on myspace, but didn’t see each other. We fought a lot. We talked about our relationship. We were friends, but there was still something there. We talked about getting back together. We talked about hanging out. We’d end up fighting again though. I always wanted to be with him. There wasn't ever a time when I was "over it". I just felt more at ease. I think in the back of my mind I always knew it would work out.