Inspired but Little-Whip’s still eye popping story, I decided to follow suit and throw a story of my own from my past. Of course my story will not be as  “oh my God” or “no way!” as hers but I’m sure it will be somewhat entertaining.

I lived most of my teen years in Puerto Rico, strange enough they were both my best and worst times. Oh how I spent all those years falling in love left and right. Too bad I was the only one falling. Well, I was always the romantic type, I always wanted to sweep a girl off her feet, make her feel like a queen and hope she saw me as the guy of her dreams, prince charming, the most romantic man (kid) they’ve even known. Guess I was aiming a tad bit too high, Empire State Building high. But hey, it’s just who I was. Well, at 13 years old there were many girls I fell for (many), but 1 girl who actually broke my heart. The first time I saw her I was gone like a bass watching his favorite lure just floating in front of him. Her name was Sheily and I was in love. But being the shy guy that I was and apparently afraid of rejection, I never really could tell her how I felt. But soon I would get my chance.

Valentines day was just around the corner and here I was wondering what I could do to impress her and tell her how I felt. I went to a flower shop owned by a friend of my mothers and asked what they could do to help me. She offered me a nice Red Rose in a nice little plastic clear case. And she gave it to me for a steal too. I was excited and nervous at the same time. here I was about to declare my love for this girl. When the moment came, I gave her the rose and hoped I would get a positive reaction. Well, I got a response, more like no response actually. From that day forward she stopped talking to me. Talk about a let down. I have to admit it took me a long time to recover from that. But I was persistent, I made friends with her older brother and little by little befriended all her siblings and even her mother and father. All while not giving her much attention. But one day things got a bot out of control. During a local yearly festival, Sheily was hanging around with a boy that managed to accomplish what I couldn’t. As I always do every year during this festival, I hanged around the festival grounds looking for cute girls to watch from a distance and eventually I came across her. Hard as I tried I could not stop myself from looking at her and she knew it. I figure she told her boyfriend for some of the kids who knew me told me to be careful cause his boyfriends, a younger kid than me, was looking to beat me up, and he was not alone. Him and his cousins wanted a piece of me for “chasing” his girlfriend. While I wont deny looking and dreaming of what could not be, I was not looking to cause problems. She made her choice and I respected it. The rumors eventually got so bad I was forced to go to her house, which was close by and talk to her parents about my situation with her boyfriend and his cousins. her dad quickly went to get her and brought them both back. The boy claimed nothing was going on but I knew better.

I eventually tried to steer clear of her and her boyfriend. But i still hanged out with her family since they had become good friends. One day, almost a year later, she called me to the side to talk to me. By this time she was no longer with the kid, he turned out to be a jerk. For a moment I thought I might have a chance, but she only wanted to assure me she had no feelings for me but wanted to be my friend. I gave in and accepted her offer and decided to move on. To this date I still feel a bit of pain every time I think of her, but I guess it’s just a natural part of living.

Sad to say she wasn’t the first. And I hate to think she won’t be the last. But, you live and you learn. Women, can’t live with them… What? You expected something else?