Prologue

I'm Bev. First of all, I'd like to say that I'm not the kind of girl who gets into relationships with guys all the time. Atleast- not anymore. I've just had a few "mistakes" in my time.

When I was an inexperienced young thing, I was always mooning over one boy or another, and longed for a boyfriend. Then, when I finally got one, I thought, "Gee, isn't this great?" proving that I was a naive little ninny.

That lasted for about 6 months, and then you could say I, "took of the rose-coloured glasses" and kicked him out to the curb, finally realizing that my "totally awesome boyfriend" was a "totally phony jerk off."

After a night of regretting the dumping of my totally phony jerk, (see, I can admit it, but I cared about the guy, okay? Atleast in my "rose coloured glasses" phase...) I was happy again, and single for a few heavenly weeks, before getting tangled into the whole mess that is premature dating.

The guy's name was John, and he went to my school. (In fact, he still does.) It wasn't long after I had broken up with my first boyfriend, so I was vulnerable, and, unfortunately, stupid enough to accept John's offer.

That ended pretty quickly, as I soon realized that the cutie jock boy who had a fake tan was not quite "my type." The split was not amicable, to say the least.

Yes, all this by the tender age of 12, going on 13.

I then vowed to myself never to date again, till I had found "Mr. Right." (That is, if there was a Mr. Right for a sarcastic little depressive such as myself, and he always had a pair of earplugs and a tranquilizer gun on hand) But...

Who's to say I can't have some fun along the way?