Publisher's Synopsis
I started dating boys after my first love failed to ever ask me out and I had waited for him to call for four years. Then we moved to Texas and the boys moved fast there so at age ten I had my first boyfriend. We switched schools from fourth grade to fifth grade where my dad built us a mansion, not to mention my "first peck" happened in that house with my fourth boyfriend of the same calendar year. However, my first real kiss happened at a party in the sixth grade. This boy was in theatre as well and we both had the leads in the play that spring. He played "The Grand Bunkleman" and I played "Nurse Funjolity." One Friday night, a classmate had a party. All the popular boys showed up, as did the Grand Bunkleman. We played a round of Spin the Bottle, and when it was his turn, he spun the bottle, picked it up and pointed it at me! We had our first kiss and I must say, it probably he is still on my top ten list of Best Kissers. We kissed all night, so much so that everyone said we should 'get married'. So, we appointed a kid named Matt as the priest, we walked down the aisle, he gave me a real silver 955 ring that actually fit my ring finger and when the vows were over all the kids at the party put their arms in the air to form a "V" form for us to run underneath. Needless to say our 'marriage' ended on Monday at play rehearsals and I threw the ring on a nearby train track when I got home. I never liked poetry during high school English classes and frankly, my English teachers didn't have us study much, I only remember one. My eighth grade English teacher, she was a romantic. The only poetry I can remember writing is a Haiku with the respected 17 syllables, 5/7/5. Then I was a freshman in college having just ended an almost two year relationship with my very serious high school boyfriend. Our age difference was everything because he had his own home and I spent every second with him, we were obsessed with each other he was 20 year
