I started dating my first boyfriend in 7th grade. His name was Mark. He was blonde, just a little bit taller than me, and he dated everybody. We were in the same class, so we saw each other all the time. When we first started dating, he didn’t ask me to be his girlfriend; someone asked for him. I then delivered the message back to him through that friend that yes, indeed, I would like to be his girlfriend.
The extent of our relationship was eating lunch together in the cafeteria with the occasional hug. He got me a combination gift for my birthday and Christmas (pet peeve. Argh!). It was candy. I got him a giant Hershey kiss. How symbolic.
One day, he didn’t sit by me at lunch, so I sent my friend, Melissa, to see why he wasn’t sitting with me. She came back and told me that he wanted to break up.
We were together for two weeks.
Was your first break-up tragic or a silly little two-week relationship like mine?