Bittersweet Candy Bowl

Lol, Mrs. Robinson was sung at my dad’s and every one of his brother’s weddings. No real age difference in any of them, it’s just our last name.

And two and a half years isn’t really THAT big a difference

Pfft. You know, one of things I’ve learned in life is age range. Past 15, you should raise a brow. Past 18, it’s your own choice. Past 27, you’re all adults, what’s the difference anyway?

I know that, and that’s part of the reason it really really amuses me to hum that.
Or are you saying I should be humming “Hot for Teacher,” because I can totally do that too.

Hot for Teacher, as long as you hum the guitar intro as well. ^_^

Out of curiosity, what’s your other option?

I haven’t been in the forums for a looooooong time. AAAH.

I’m also the kind of girl guys never give so much of a glance, and still am. Not pretty, pudgy, glasses, nerdy, not caring about clothes, and with the personality of a girls’ boarding school headmistress (SERIOUS AND UNFUNNY), I am everything that guys do not desire. I was brave enough to confess my feelings to three people, but two resulted in “FFFF NO” and one being “haha, cool, sure” (we’ve become good long-distance pals ever since)

To make things worse, the rare times guys professed interest to me, they were weirdoes, and I mean, “that kid that no one wants to touch with a ten foot pole ‘cuz he’s weird” kind of weirdoes. Karma was a twisted bitch to me like that all my life.

The only real love story occurs when I’m a studious and awkward freshman in college. I happened to strike a conversation with another kid in class, and it was really fun talking to him, and we even talked all the way to the dorm (we happened to live in the same dorm, conveniently enough). We started to walk to the dorms together after class, gradually started having lunch together, and became good friends. Even more conveniently, we had a good chunk of mutual friends, and we formed a nice little group not unlike the ones of the BCB cast.

I eventually came to consider him as my best friend, and we were comfortable enough to talk about more personal things. All this time, I suspected he had a crush on me, but I dismissed that thought because, hey, what kind of NORMAL guy would be insane enough to like me? I just thought he was one of those guys who just cared about everyone (kinda like a male Belldandy *hit*)

When I started to develop a crush on him, though, I suspected that he actually may have a crush on me, but I tried to deny it, only because I couldn’t believe that was even possible. I was actually quite distressed to find out that our feelings might be mutual, because he was an awesome friend who I can truly be myself with, and I didn’t want to ruin that by being in a relationship. But then I also wanted to date him if the possibility was there. CONFUSING TIMES.

But the dilemma ended when one winter night he asked me out, and I said yes. And I still don’t regret it. I actually enjoy this relationship in that he’s like a best friend and boyfriend rolled into one, and we’re both pacifists and negotiators that don’t do drama. Yes, he’s my first boyfriend, but we’ve been steady for over a year and we’re suprisingly mature about it all.

For this unbelivably convenient and satisfactory love story, I can only conclude that Karma felt sorry for being a bitch for my whole life that it decided to let me have a chance.

The only romantic experience that I remember happened last night, when I dreamt that I fell in love with a girl… but all that ended when my dream turned into a time travel detective story

seiya, your story is my favourite so far. It makes me feel… what’s the term?… all warm and fuzzy. ^_^

But really, that’s great. I’m rotting for you two.

@ ILB: Blind date. Friend that a friend wanted to hook me up with. I don’t know if I’m comfortable dating virgins though. No offense to virgins, I just knew a girl who cried for, like, two hours when she lost her virginity. That potential freaks me out.

And yes, apparently I can hum the intro to Hot for Teacher. Fancy that.

I seriously hope you mean too say you were rooting for them. I so, well I am too. Good Luck Seiya

Oh my, that must be the most terrible misspelling I’ve made yet. Please read “rotting” as “rooting”.

(I’d have edited, but I posted in another thread and that removed the edit button&hellip

@Jerk: Huh. That’s your chief concern? I’ll have to reassess my statement on your soul. ^_^

At least you didn’t omit the word “for” while spelling rooting correctly. That would’ve been a funny typo.

Actually, I don’t mean that in a douche way, discriminating against virgins. I’ve just never been with one so I don’t know what to expect having sex with one. I keep imagining some kind of horrible gory explosion or something. D:

Ick. Sex ^_^

No, but really, ick. (Referring to the last sentence in your post, I mean.)

Sex is only disgusting if you do it right. ;D

Okay. Derailing… ^_^


Not that I’m against… intercourse, mind you. I just prefer to keep it hidden in a closet.

… You may read whatever you want into that sentence. I, for one, hope that you’ll read it as “I don’t like talking about it, and if it ever happens I hope I have only one person to share it with.”

Yes, I’m a conservative. Why?

So… You’re in the closet?

Hah. Okay, I’m done. Somebody tell another story so ILB can get her romance fix. All my stories from here on out only involve mutual lust, so I’ve no business here but to tease ILB periodically.

Read my post again. I… made an attempt to clarify. Yes.

Oh, and Jerk, I really should apologise for picking on you and so on. I’m a meanie at times, I know. Sorry. ^_^

Pfft. I know when you’re just messing around. And the girl I dated after the one in my story would tell me to shut the fuck up even if I was trying to say “I love you,” so believe me when I say that your teasing is going to have to toughen up a lot to break through my iron skin. ;D

Damn. I just got of surgery and I feel so messed right now. My writing is gonna suck so bad. I love the anesthesiologist, but let’s get to the point.



I guess you could say I was kind of born into a relationship. My first was named Hillary. We were born 3 days apart, so she always made a point of reminding me she was older and therefore the more mature one. Supposedly the first thing we ever said to each other was “I love you”. That sounds so cheesy, but it’s true. My happiness depended solely on her. On my sixth birthday she took me behind the school and we kissed for the first time. Not a child’s kiss, mind you. We were making out.

I’d just like to say that I don’t believe in “puppy love”. We were very smart kids and very mature. The love I felt for Hillary 10 years ago is no different than the love I feel for my fiancee now. There is no such feeling as puppy love, when you have that kind of attraction and dependence on someone, you’re feeling love.

It was that year that I got a new next door neighbor named Dale. We started hanging out together at each others houses and even with Hillary. We knew each other for 2 years. One day, out of nowhere, Dale pushes me into the wall and shoves her tongue into my mouth! I was into it at first, just in the moment, then I remembered Hillary. Slowly I shut it down, not wanting to hurt her feelings and told her I couldn’t do it. She didn’t argue with me or get mad and I told her I needed to get home.

Immediately I called Hillary and told her what happened, because I had seen movies and didn’t want to have Dale skew the story before I could tell her. She understood it wasn’t my fault and she came to reassure me she wasn’t mad at me or anything, but we didn’t know what to do with Dale. The next we saw her was a really awkward moment. We were just all walking to school together when finally, Hillary built up the courage to say to her, she was trying to be sympathetic. Dale wouldn’t have it though and punched her in the face! After I broke it up Dale left and I took Hillary to a nurse.

I didn’t hate Dale because I knew she couldn’t help how she felt and Hillary hated her for that. After their fight Hillary wouldn’t let me even say hello to other girls and she would ward off my male friends as well because she didn’t want to share me at all. On the side though, when she couldn’t keep tabs on me I spent time with others, even Dale.
Finally, things had gotten so tense between all of us that they both confronted me and told me to choose. If I chose one I could not talk to the other. Due to Hillary’s recent clinginess I didn’t want to choose. So I jumped out of the tree we were in and said, “Neither”.



Me and Dale remained friends long afterward, but Hillary couldn’t forgive me. Even after 9 years she still hates me for it, but I don’t resent my decision.It wasn’t fair for me to choose and I only did what was fair for myself, her, and Dale. I hope she puts it behind us someday.

Whattaya’ think? Unfortunately not the happiest ending. I still haven’t found mine, but I’ve got more if anyone wants to hear it.

Thank god for spell check. the drugs still haven’t worn off. Goodnight.

Okay, I thought of another story of mine that ILB might like to hear and that actually kind of makes me look human (and, in my opinion, a god damned sucker).

I once spent six months working my ass off delivering pizzas to pay to see a girl who lived over a thousand miles away. It cost about $2000, which if you take into account how much I got paid as a delivery boy and how much I got in tips might as well have been a million dollars. I was under the impression that if you worked hard enough and suffered enough, you’d eventually win true love in the end.

Needless to say, this was pretty fucking stupid. I found out a little later that even while I was visiting her she was dating another guy.

So, you see. It wasn’t really the first story that made me into the callus asshole that I am. It was this one.