Alright, so where do I begin?
My ‘boy fever’ started at the beginning of high school. It wasn’t like I was fawning over boys, and believe me, they were not fawning over me either. Around January 2012, a boy I had once been previously interested in, showed interest in me. Lets call him Mr. All Wrong. This boy and I didn’t have a history, he did however have a history with a close friend of mine. To make matters worse, he was currently in a relationship with a very close and dear friend of mine. So here’s what happened: we texted, we flirted, we kissed, we got hot a heavy (not that, perv), we created a mess. Him and my friend broke up. He had played me with other girls, he used me for his own pleasure. For six months, I held onto this boy. My mistake.
Then there’s Mr. Right. I made the biggest mistake of opening my mouth to my friend about this one. He called me beautiful all time, he texted me first every morning. He called me Christmas morning, even though he doesn’t celebrate it. We spent hours on the phone, talking about everything. The down side to him: he was very horny, and was very open about it. Lets just say, he has a very girly voice.. (if you catch my drift.) Unfortunately he’s a big flirt and flirted with one of my closest friends on twitter and he met a side of me I didn’t want to show him. I feel like I fucked up the best thing that possibly could’ve happened to me. I’ll be honest, I miss him.
Now lets move onto Mr. Potential. In the summer of 2012, he too had a girlfriend (I know, whats up with me and taken men..). He and I were set up on a sort of blind date. My friend and his friend were kind of together, so I met Mr. Potential. He and I never got together, he ended up getting a girlfriend. (Go figure, fuck my luck) For roughly a year, I forgot about him, but come August 2012, he and I hooked up. Kisses, feeling up, feeling down,the works.I am currently dealing with him now (he’s girlfriend free!) He wants to hangout, but I drunkly made the mistake of telling him I wanted to fuck. (Jesus..) I don’t want to get into that, I hate disappointment. I call him Mr. Potential because he’s sweet and is easy to talk to, and I really do like him. I hope all goes well.