<p>Okay, I apologize in advance for the length and cynicism involved in my post, but here it goes anyway.</p>
<p>In middle school, I never had any confidence, was flat chested and really skinny. (thankfully, I grew out of that stage around 10th grade) I was one of the study dorks, didn't smoke pot like the other "cool" middle schoolers, hung out with other dorky kids. I had a crush on this one guy during 7th and 8th grade. But all of my friends are guys, except my best friend who is a girl and we've been best friends since 7th grade.</p>
<p>In November of 9th grade, I went to my crush's birthday party and met his best friend. He and I started going out a week later and just broke up this past June (we went out for two years and seven months, for those too lazy to do the math) when I went to Stanford summer college for two months and he went to Europe for part of the PWA (Professional Windsurfing Association) World tour for two months. But during the time we were going out, I never thought I was anything special. I didn't think I was pretty or anything. Guys didn't hit on me and everyone would be like, "are you still going out with that windsurfer? God, you guys are gonna get married." Ugh. I got to Stanford and lots of guys hit on me! for like the first time! And so it turns out that I wasn't very nice when it comes to guys. I like to flirt with them... its fun! But apparently I lead them on because I'm nice to them and sweet when I think we're friends. They end up getting crushes on me and I end up having to be harsh to let them know that I'm not interested in them that way. And then they hate me/ think i'm a beotch. Meh, so life goes eh? </p>
<p>Anyway, this summer I went out with one guy for about seven weeks or so. But while I was going out with him, I kinda hit on all kinds of guys and went cruising around with an undergrad at like two in the morning the night before I had to take a final, stayed in another guy's dorm room over night (nothing happened!) because I got my at the bf. And I was still goint out with that other guy the whole time. Whoa, that was not cool. It was just kinda like, after having gone out with the windsurfer for soooooooooo freakin long, I just wanted to break free. </p>
<p>This year, senior year, some stupid meaningless **** happened with some stupid meaningless guys, I hooked up with the windsurfer, even tho we weren't going out, and oy, I won't get into that. Later, I went out with a the new guy in my class for about three months. He was sooo cute and so different from any guy I'd ever met before. He was wild, drives an MR2 ~ breaks 110 at least once a day ~ and I was completely head over heels for him. We spent every bit of free time we had with one another, he always wanted to be with me and would get irritable if I couldn't hang out with him (not that I wasn't the same way), and I even went away with he and his parents over christmas break. When we got back home, he totally flipped $hit. I dont know what happened. He suddenly said that we shouldn't be so attached, "since we're only 17 and going away to college next year and blah blah blah.." and broke up with me. This was about three weeks ago. I'm still trying to get over it, but its hard. He's been out of the country for the past two weeks b/c of a death in his family, so I haven't seen or talked to him since the day he left. I thought things were perfect, I was so happy, I don't think I'd ever been so happy in my life. Naive stupid girl that I am. I guess you just can't trust situations even if they seem perfect. I loved him so much. I never cheated on him, I never flirted with anyone else, I never even wanted/thought about anyone else while we were going out. And he did know how my summer was before he got into a relationship with me so... its not like that had anything to do with him breaking it off.</p>
<p>God! I'm so over high school drama. Let me go to college already!</p>