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Ok. When I was in kindergarten, there was this girl I really, really liked being around named Melissa. One recess, I worked up the nerve to tell her that I thought she was pretty and I liked her voice. You know what she said to me? "Thank you, Kevin. That's so sweet of you to say." We then proceeded to play together and I'm pretty sure that was probably the best recess I ever had. Everything after that was me hanging around painting in the art room. Here's why.
That very same day, an hour or two later, we were drawing on the blackboard in class and I accidentally drew over my bounds and into some other girl's drawing. That girl then proceeded to get all bitchy and I quickly used the eraser to erase where I crossed into her drawing. Unfortunately, I also erased maybe 2 inches of her drawing too and then all the girls started ganging up on me and telling me to go away, including Melissa. I then joined the bandwagon and hated girls from then on. Except Melissa. I was mostly sad around her for the remainder of elementary school.
Thus the story of my very first, very short-lived, playground romance.
Love sucks.
Your turn.
That very same day, an hour or two later, we were drawing on the blackboard in class and I accidentally drew over my bounds and into some other girl's drawing. That girl then proceeded to get all bitchy and I quickly used the eraser to erase where I crossed into her drawing. Unfortunately, I also erased maybe 2 inches of her drawing too and then all the girls started ganging up on me and telling me to go away, including Melissa. I then joined the bandwagon and hated girls from then on. Except Melissa. I was mostly sad around her for the remainder of elementary school.
Thus the story of my very first, very short-lived, playground romance.
Love sucks.
Your turn.
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