what i would consider my first real relationship was in eighth grade. it only lasted a few weeks, and i wouldn’t exactly call it a deep partnership. but this was the first time i asked someone to be my girlfriend.
her name was cindy. and because we were only together a few weeks, i don’t remember much about her. we talked on the phone a few times. we held hands. one time we hugged before class and it gave me an erection. that was embarrassing.
it’s weird how time flows differently when you’re a kid. i remember being with
i don’t know why i asked cindy to be my girlfriend. i didn’t really like her. not like that, at least. she was fun to talk to at lunch, but i was still a bit young to be thinking about romance.
cindy also marks the earliest instance of a girl with baggage being attracted to me. at least, the first i know of.
cindy was very young when she became sexually active. she would
her stories worried me. she was also experimenting with drugs at the time. thinking about it now, maybe that’s why i asked her out. like i was trying to save her.
i didn’t do a very good job, though. because i left her for another girl.