Feb. 13, 1996
This guy in my history class keeps asking me out. (I told you, right?) Anyway, today he asked me out again (for, like, the 7th time). When I said no, he said, "Wanna just kiss?" I'm like NO. "Hug?" NO. Then my 1/2 friend, Kristen, (it's a long story), said just to blow him a kiss. I said no. (I was starting to get mad). So, she told him to blow me a kiss. (This is right in the middle of class.) The teacher sees him, but thinks he has a RUBBERBAND! (Does this not tell you what kind of guy he is?) I was fine with that until Kristen said, "He was blowing Kara a kiss." I could have died. Everyone was so quiet and I was SO-SO-SO-SO BRIGHT RED. I covered my face with my hands. Then Brian started to cry. I was really furious. . .
First of all, my heart just about breaks for Brian, who sadly I can't remember. 2ndly, Kristen was not a good friend. 3rdly, apparently, I was a fan of the parenthesis. They're like little hugs of information. 4thly, I guess I had a prejudice against guys who might be suspected of rubber-band usage.
I am so glad I'm safely married and don't have to turn guys down, embarrass them and then break their hearts. One look at my ring and my four fighting kids, and they run away of their own accord.