What are the odds?
When I was in high school, a lot of my friends had boyfriends. I had never had a boyfriend or even kissed a guy. The end of my senior year of high school was approaching and I was disappointed that I never got a boyfriend throughout the entire time I was in high school.
About two weeks before school ended I started thinking to myself, “Even if I did have a boyfriend, what type of guy would I want him to be? What would be the perfect ideal boyfriend for me?” I came up with a long list of ridiculous things, such as:
He had to have blue/green eyes, have a younger brother (who he gets along great with), be taller than me, be home schooled (I didn’t want the kids at my high school to have known who he was because it was such a small town and kids were not always nice to me and I didn’t want other people I know talking about me and my boyfriend, so I figured if no one knew who this guy was, the chance was our relationship would last longer because they couldn’t judge him or me), he had to be family oriented, brown hair, he had to go to church (be a strong church based guy), but I also wanted him to be like a secret bad boy – who liked to kiss, etc. (I didn’t want a shy guy who was afraid to kiss or hug a girl, because I would be way too shy to ever initiate a kiss, therefore I wanted him to be more of the pursuer when it came to that type of stuff). I also wasn’t sure at the time if I would prefer to have my first boyfriend be older or younger than me so I thought, “Hmmm, I guess the perfect ideal first boyfriend would be the same age as me.”
I graduated high school, on and off thinking about the perfect ideal first boyfriend, and shortly after I went on a camping trip with my two younger cousins and my aunt & uncle. We sat around the camp fire, them talking about their first loves and boyfriends and first kiss stories. Finally they asked me about my first kiss. I panicked because even though my cousins were younger than me I had never kissed a boy before. I didn’t want them to know that, so I lied and said, “Oh, it was on the way home from the movies, in his car.”
A week later, I logged into my Myspace account (I hadn’t been on that