I'm the ex-girlfriend...
"You and your museum of lovers
The precious collection you’ve housed in your covers...
So why do we choose the boys that are naughty?
I don’t fit in so why do you want me?
And I know I can’t tame you…but I just keep trying...
So I pacify problems with kisses and cuddles
Diligently doubtful through all kinds of trouble
Then I find myself choking on all my contradictions..."
I am a Systems Engineer for a major company. In my spare time, I like to hang out with friends. I'm pretty much up for anything, just so long as I will have fun.
I am a major bookworm, and I am embarassed to say, but I love the Harry Potter series, I even went to a couple of book events for it.
I am very passionate about music and I play a few instruments (Euphonium, Flute, Piano, Violin). As from everyone who is passionate about music, I definitely have my opinions about everything I hear...sometimes I can be worse than Simon Cowell.
At the height of my affections for Mark, I wrote A Treasure Inside. About 6 or 7 years later, I learned that he was gay. I can't say that I didn't have an inkling that he was. This thought occured to me years after I broke up with him.
Anyhow, I met Mark sometime after Christmas break in my Senior year of HS. How, I met him, I cannot recall. That is kind of sad, isn't it? No worries though, because I don't talk to him anyhow.
Anyways, I met Mark and he stole my heart for about a month or two in HS. I asked him to the Coed Dance (that's Winter Ball for everyone else). This was where the girls were to ask the boys to the formal. I bought my Jessica McClintok dress, purple satin spaghetti strap dress with rhinestones along the neckline. I loved that dress.
We went to the dance and we danced and we danced. When the song, "Lady in Red" came on he sang...Lady in Purple to me. I wanted to die. I was so gone for his affections, I was gaga for him. Especially after that dance.
Everyday after that dance, I would walk him home. He lived about half a mile away from the school. We would talk and talk and talk on our walks. It was a great talking relationship. Sometimes we would hold hands, but affections never went past a hug. Apparently, because of his Mormon background, he believed that only married people kissed. His background was also Catholic, so I thought he was kinda full of shit.
Eventually, I couldn't take the lack of physicalness in the relationship. I grew to be irritated with the whole thing. Then Prom was rolling around. I asked him if we were planning on Prom. He replied, "I don't want to go, so we are not doing Prom. I don't see the point of spending that much money on one night and being that uncomfortable in a tux." I got ticked off, I tried to convince him otherwise. Finally, I came to the conclusion that I was going to the Prom with or without him. So, I informed him of my decision...it went something like this...
Me: Mark, can you please just do Prom for me? Mark: We already talked about this. I am not going to Prom! Me: Well, I am. Whether or not you are my date is not of my concern. So, I think it is best that we just stop this thing where it is. I am going to Prom. I also want a relationship where I can actually kiss the guy. I know that because of your beliefs, you are not willing to do this. I can't hold off. Call me a slut, call me whatever you want, I have to have some type of physical relationship. I'm sure you will find a girl better than I, that can respect your wishes. See you around. Mark: Come on. Me: No, seriously, I can't do this anymore. Mark: Fine. Have fun at the Prom!
That was the end of that. It was short lived, because I wrote that little excerpt in February, after the dance, and I was over him in March. In May, I was off to the Prom with the love of my life.
