One young woman's life experience with boys, guys, men, whatever you want to call them
This one lasted two weeks. Sean was a childhood best friend. He was cute but young. I felt awkward with him. This was the last time I ever got dumped. He dumped me for avoiding him. He pushed me into my first French kiss. Need I say how awful it was?
posted by CatholicGirlie @ 7:49 PM
Let's see...I'm a girlie girl-but I used to be a tomboy (soccer and field hockey were my things). I look Irish, even to the casual observer. My friends say that I'm a flirt, though I merely see myself as friendly. I have an IQ of 165, though I try not to flash it around to everyone I meet. I like to learn new languages. I'll read as many as three books a day for pleasure (yes, I'm a speed reader). I have one sister and numerous cousins who are like brothers and sisters. I have two really close friends and lots of friends who are close but not as much as my two best girls (and a million people that I'm friendly with).
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