Well for once I'm going to try to be a bit serious with a post *gasps* and chat about my previous, and first relationship. First of all I hardly know what got her attracted to me since we met in the first semester of Spanish 1 class where I scarcely said anything despite the fact that I sat by all Freshmen and could have gotten some sick enjoyment of making worry about their first year, from personal experience of course. Anywho I hardly even acknowledged her existence, she was a "people" person (explained on a different post) yet once the class switched seats she began actually responding to my blurbs. I have a nasty habit of sometimes blurting out my opinion on objects or some other rot like that and people tend to have few responses. So she kind of defied that norm I had set for myself. We grew into acquaintances after that, it took me awhile to learn her name, Elizabeth, and even longer for her last name, Sabrava. Eventually she began waiting the main foyer where my friend and I walked through every day on our way to the locker area where we would meet up with a few others. Strange part was she didn't really say a whole lot as she sat there, and I barely paid attention to her. But just wait for a second there because a common theme in our relationship was the whole "ignore" thing. I have heard theories that when girls are ignored they try even harder to get noticed when being ignored should send a little pulse to the brain telling it to back away, or does it? Heh I have no idea. Back on track just around springtime she cleverly hide a message asking me to the spring dance inside of a book filled with common pet peeves, which was quite an interesting read by the way, I excepted it of course and I went to my first ever school dance (huzzah) we also headed there with my friend Alec, or as some kind to call him, my genetic, mental, physical, emotional twin. Alec also was with one of Liz's friends (her name escapes me as of now, but for a while I called her "Pantsless girl" because of the pantsless dress she wore to the dance.) Long story short I found that dances were packed, hot, and apparently no hats were allowed, not matter how awesome they were. Beyond that our relationship progressed smoothly aside from the occasion blurb of my confusing philosophies that were often met with confused responses or blank spaces of dialogue. A beam of hope came through when she expressed that she was an avid lover of video games, as I am. However I found that she was overestimating herself as she was unskillful in most of said games. But we also frequently went to the mall or the movies or someplace else where random things were conducted, mostly in the company of some of our other friends. So from there I found the more emotional side to her and the fact that she had been with over half a dozen other boys and a girl (which I had no problem with) in the last year and I was the only one that really fit her needs. This put me in a bit of an awkward position, I was too caring to really say anything at the moment yet the tide of feeling thrust at me from her year of relationships caught me off guard. This was things started getting crazy... She was everywhere, I mean everywhere. From the beginning of the school day to the full moon at night she was either on the phone with me, following me around or telling all of my friends (who generally disliked her) about her love for me. This continued for a bit until I finally said that she needed to calm down a bit and ease up from the full-throttle relationship scheme and she did, for all of four hours. Then she began to test my slimed patience again as she constantly called and hounded me to talk to her even on the weekends, my most sacred time, as it was the time that my friends and I got together and frolicked about like the freaks we were/are. That was where it finally broke though, first of all she had been going places with her effeminate ex-boyfriend for a while as well as hitting on another guy in her swimming class. So eventually we ended up on the phone and when I simply stated that I did not want to go to Holister and try on skinny jeans she asked if there was anything I wanted to say but didn't and well, all in all we broke up. Truthfully I felt a bit relieved. Now comes the odd part, I'm not sure if it was I who was at fault with my strange indifference toward relationships and inability to supply her with the constant attention she wants... or was she the one at fault with her over obsession with me and everything about me. Oh and I heard she made her facebook page into a shrine in my honour, sure it was flattering at first until everybody in the school knew about it. OH and one VERY important detail, I was a sophomore (high school) she was a freshmen.