I suppose you'd like to hear more about me, Bev, and my so-called "love life." Well, you guys are all nosy, do you know that?
But fine...
As I told you in the prologue, I recently got out of two relationships, so don't bug me. Just read, okay?
I met a boy at a party a few weeks ago, which was a few weeks after I got off the relationship train. I know what you're thinking- I made a vow. But I'm not gonna break it, really I'm not. I met someone, so you can just go ahead and stop shaking in your un-sexy knickers and leave me well enough alone.
About this boy...
He was a cutie, and I met him at a totally innocent, well-chaperoned party (well, chaperoned) held by a friend of mine that goes by the name of Hannah.
(No offence intended if you're reading this, Han, but the party was pretty dull until this Justin guy showed up.)
He seemed fabulous- funny, genuinely thoughtful, and, not to mention... friggin hot- the perfect guy for me, if I was not morally against dating, but I am, so there. Don't think this guy is going to waver my determination not to date, because he isn't. Nobody is, unless, of course, I magically know that they are my "soul mate," "significant other," "love of life," etc...
Two minutes later we were lip mashing. (Note: My parental units have the rule that I must not kiss anybody till I am well into middle age, so you cannot tell them, understood? Keep your abnormally large mouth shut!) This does not mean I'm getting into a relationship, because I am not. No matter what.
Anyhoo...
The kissing was great. Really great. But it didn't mean anything... not exactly what I'm used to, but hey, there's a first for everything. This is how it went down...
We were immersed in "deep, thought-provoking conversation," as my father would call it, and it was awesome, because, let's face it, how many guys can carry on a meaningful discussion? None that I know.
Anyway, all of a sudden, he started stroking my cheek. It was so, so cute! He looked at me with the closest thing to "real affection" I'd ever seen.
I must've been pretty flustered, because he looked almost apologetic.
"Sorry." he said quietly, ready to walk away.
I got my bearings just then. "No." was all I said, and put my hand on his cheek.
I don't know where I got the nerve, but thankfully I did. I did it. I did it! I kissed him, and he kissed me back.
We didn't exchange phone numbers or anything. No commitment, no nothing, and that's how it should be, I think.
There you have it- Day One of my single, commitment-free life.
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