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“How are you still single? why aren’t you dating anybody?” Well, let me tell you.
I’ve had a history of traumatic experiences in my interactions with members of the 𝓸𝓹𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝔁 which have left me with some bitter tastes in my mouth.
In eighth grade, when I told my best friend that I ~like-liked~ him, his only response was, “Oh, that’s awkward.” Nothing had been the same with him since.
In seventh, one guy in my class acted like he would contract the plague if he sat next to me.
Sophomore year, I was asked by a band mom to go get another kid to work out a uniform problem. As I stood at the top of the stairs above the guy’s bathroom, I heard another guy say, “If she asks what you’re doing for prom, say you’re killing yourself.”
My junior year, I just wanted to have fun and go to prom with my friends. When I asked a good friend of mine to go with me, he responded, “Holly, you’re scaring me,” and ran off.
I crushed hard on an Elder from my mission. When he came home, I talked to him, and I told him about how I felt. He hasn’t talked to me since.
I fell head over heels for one of my closer friends and co-workers. One weekend, I travelled 5 hours to come visit him and watch a movie with him. Right before I was going to tell him how I felt about him, he came out to me as gay.
Once, I was sure I found the guy for me. He actually asked ME out. He expressed true interest for ME, but when it came down to it, I wasn’t what he was looking for.
The point of this thread is NOT to complain about my dating life. I needed to get some of these experiences out into the open to help me get over some of these events.
My dating history (or lack thereof) is riddled with immature boys, unfortunate circumstances, and insensitive jerks who had no idea how long their words would affect me.
