What I don't think they know is that I've been literally seething for days now...

9/22/2001

I was a few months out of a silly, nothing little two-month relationship (Sar once very accurately described it as a "whatever") with someone I had been friends with for years. He was technically my first boyfriend and consequently this was my first experience with a breakup.

He had claimed that he wanted to remain "good friends" even though we weren't together. I hadn't really spoken to him during the summer, but we were going to the same college so I thought we'd be able to hang out on occasion. He was, however, rather avoidant.

I wish I remember what was going on at exactly this point in time, but I don't. I do remember being quite upset, though. Curse my inexperience! If I were as wise (ha!) as I am today I'm pretty sure I'd be able to write off the whole episode with a good eyeroll and a hearty "Well FUCK HIM then" and have a single drink just take the edge off.

Too bad I was 17 and stupid.

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