Do you ever think about the things you wish you could have done with your life and get so sad, you feel like you're at the bottom of a pit you'll never get out of?
Usually, I let myself live with the delusion that I'm well-spoken, charismatic, and an all-around likable woman in person.
And then, now and again, I'm reminded of just how bizarrely awkward I really am. *I'm changing his name to save his identity, but anyone who knows me personally knows who he is.
Mark and I started dating in 1998, during my senior year of high school. He was a year older than me, and we'd met and become friends the year prior, during his senior year. Also, by the time we finally started dating, we had started a band together with me on bass, him on guitar and vocals, and another friend on drums. We practiced several times a week, played gigs on the weekends, and went out on dates nearly every night. I graduated high school and immediately went into college with him. This may come as a shock to you men -- it's not the job of me, of my sisters, of my friends or relatives or of any other woman on this planet to make sure you never see another boob, OR that you're always up to your eyeballs in them.
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