painting your nails makes anyone feel good about life. fact. if you don't believe me try it out you'll feel ten times prettier! so go on go get a crazy colour (my favourites being mint green) and go paint some nails! your finger nails, your toenails, you friends nails, the hobo on the bus you name it go spread a little happiness!
anyway i was talking to my friends and they think i should fill you all in on past boy troubles the awkward, the embarrassing and the awful.
i was thinking that if they're too long i'll spread them out over a couple of days.
okay we'll start at the beginning. my first 'boyfriend' (if you can call it that) was in year 7 with a guy called Henry (name chaaaaange). Henry was my best friend, i used to go quite a rough school so knowing a few boys helped matters alot (even if it was Henry who was about as scary as a kitten in a angel costume). anyway, this is where the cringe bit comes in, me and Henry used to play badminton together, yes you read that right, badminton. i know, romantic...
so one day Henry and i were at badminton club after school talking about the school DISCO that was later that night, it was like the biggest thing of our year 7 lives.
some where along the lines we just ended up deciding to date. just like that. at the beginning of that badminton match i was a single girl by the end i was tied down to a ginger. (that was not a dig in the slightest, i love gingers, i find them rather hot ;) but obviously i didn't see people as 'hot' in year 7, that would be weird... ) anyway we went to the DISCO, had a laugh etc and it was fun HOWEVER my tiny year 7 brain couldn't handle this 'commitment' and by tuesday i was sick of him. gosh i was such a year 7 biatch. so guess what? i dumped him, face to face though, i'm not a complete bitch! it was something along the lines of "i liked us more as friends, tbh i don't see you in that way after all, can we be still be friends yada, yada, yada". i remember his face crumpled a bit and we avoided each other for awhile but we remained best friends, however i think i still liked him because when my friend Samatha went out with him a week later i did feel like smacking her with my pudgy year 7 fist.
but bless Henry, i was a bit hefty back then so you know he looked past my pudge and he's a good guy, not a bad first 'boyfriend'if i do say so myself
(SPOILER ALERT! Henry and I have a bit of a run in later in life! i know my life is shocking.)
and that was boy one.
tragic. i know.
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