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July 01, 2005
Scott and Kevin Suck
Before I was married I had a rule. Never, ever date anyone named Scott or Kevin (again).
In high school I dated Scott K. the summer I turned sixteen and he ruined me. He seemed like a catch; honor student, football player, very cute and popular. I had only moved to MI my sophomore year so I thought this was my lucky day to be in with the popular crowd. But he only dated me that summer and we stayed out of the public eye. At the time I thought it was romantic but it was really because he didn't want anyone to know he was dating me. I was not popular enough apparently. He stopped calling me the week before school started and then he never acknowledged my existence again. His mind fucking killed my self-esteem and almost drove me to kill myself. He hardened me, took away my innocence (not in a sexual way) and my trust in others.
I blame him and thank him for the way I am now. He broke my heart. At the time I thought my heart was broken because I was in love with him but really it hurt so much because he made me hate myself. He is now married and living in Utah. Good riddance and my condolences to his wife.
I went from nice and shiny new, an Adam Ant song - don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do?, and the new girl in school to a jaded, more wild, all black wearing, teen angst poetry writing, party girl. It made me very popular my junior and senior year, most likely for all the wrong reasons. I wasn't really bad but I tried hard to be someone other than the nice girl whose heart got clobbered.
The second loser was Kevin B. I dated him my senior year in high school. He was a wasteoid. He was two years older than I. He lived at home with his parents, didn't go to school and he worked for the cemetery digging graves and doing maintenance. I think he liked that job because no one cared if he was high. Yes, I actually thought he was great.
I will say nothing more to incriminate myself, ahem....
Anyway, New year's Eve 1989, I walked in on him having sex with Julie G.(a sophmore). Needless to say I stopped seeing him.
Thank God I never slept with either of them.
My parents used the highly effective Catholic method of having me so afraid of having to tell them I was pregnant that I was scared into virginity until I was ummm, older. Not to make you think I was a total prude, I will say that at that time it was “ok” for high school girls of a certain age to engage in other activities that were "safer". HAHA!
Oh, I forgot about the second Kevin. Senior year in college I decided to give the Kevin’s a second chance. It was a bad idea. This one tried to get in the pants of one of my friends……… Jason. Enough said.
Anyway, I digress and move on to the Brian's. Brian's are good.
I have a close friend Brian, who I have known since high school and we have stayed friends, especially because he has a very cool wife. We don't see each other often because we live across the country from each other but he'll always be my friend. Poor guy was so great he even put up with my friend Kathleen and me calling him Cinderfella for the longest time.
The second Brian was a sophomore when I was a junior. He was my first boyfriend after the whole "Scott incident". He was very smart (a lawyer now), athletic, kind, his parents were a teacher and counselor at our high school. They hated me because they heard rumors of my wild ways. Anyway, he was wonderful and sweet but my self esteem was in the crapper so I broke up with him. I hurt him. We tried to hook up once or twice a few years later but it never worked. He is the one who told me I didn't belong in Michigan and that I needed to get away and find the right place for me. At the time it hurt to hear him say that but now I know he was right and I doubt he even knows. I haven't talked to him in thirteen years. He will always be the one that got away.
The last, best Brian, my Mr. turned out to be Mr. Right.
Posted by bugg at July 1, 2005 01:40 PM