Feels like the first time

I have dated several guys.  Probably a lot fewer than the average girl, but then, I've never been average.  Yes, I went to public school.  I am very outspoken.  And I'm rather enamoured with the opposite sex in general.  I don't know why I haven't dated much.  I'd like to say that it's because I'm particular about who I go out with, and that I have really high standards. (I do.  Now.)  I think, though, that it's more of how... "unapproachable" I tend to be.*  In any case, I haven't dated too many guys.  You'll hear about most of them over the course of this blog, I'm sure.  But I want to tell you about the first one.

I was barely speaking to guys in middle school, and I moved around too much in the primary grades to get to know too many people.  But my freshman year of high school, that was a different story.  There was this guy in my English class.  He was a ginger, and on the crew team, and very sweet.  We bonded over reading Elie Wiesel.  We held hands at school and talked on the phone for a few hours every day, for a few months before I decided he wasn't what I wanted.

And when I told him that, he lost it.  I was never more afraid of another person in my life.  I didn't answer the phone for weeks.  My parents ended up having to call his parents and threaten to call the police.  I never asked how that went.  I still don't know.  I remember how relieved I was that he had transferred to a different school.

To this day, I prefer to let the answering machine do it's job.

*My mother gave me this word.  I have no idea how I come off to other people, nor do I know what, exactly, she means by this.  But I really couldn't phrase it.