Wednesday 28 October 2009

BLEED ME DRY two

So, things got a little different when we got a little older...I suppose that's just the way it is. I don't know why it is but perhaps not doting on it too much is for the best. Maybe I'll understand everything that I don't now once I'm dead. Or maybe not. I got my first boyfriend when I was 15. I thought I was so grown up. I guess I was wrong. Hell, I know I was wrong! I did some pretty stupid things. First off, this boyfriend of mine was 18 and he had one thing on his mind and that one thing was not getting a good education or anything else as benign. James. James Fletcher. Such an ordinary name, how was I supposed to know that he'd turn out to be a complete and utter creep? It began all flowers and chocolates, I love yous and you're beautifuls. I was young and impressionable, he was a good-looking older boy who spoke softly to me. He was my first love. Right, this is the soppy bit, come on, cue those violins...ready? Now that the atmosphere's set, he asked me over to his house one night; i knew what was coming, we'd been dating almost a year, he'd been really patient so far and of course, we were in love. I'll spare you the details but it was not magical and there were no fireworks. Despite all of James's big talk, he was pretty...small...if you know what I mean. Well, I'd finally rid myself of that pesky virginity and with a really nice boy too. Yeah, a nice boy.

2 comments:

Lord Zaros said...

Lovely Title. James Flectcher, eh? Heard that name before somewhere, but I just can't place it anywhere...

Kaytei said...

thanks richard :) i was really stuck on that name!!