My story is about a relationship I had back in high school. It was my first relationship with a girl, and it kind of came out of nowhere. A friend of mine told me about a girl. Said she's been asking about me, so I started asking about her. He wanted to introduce me to her. I thought, "Man.. This hasn't ever happened to me before. This is amazing". I decided to go along with it, and I met her after school. I had seen her around school a few times. Never really caught my eye before though. Being the relationship virgin that i was, I pretty much didn't know how to go about this. I started talking to her. We hit it off pretty well. Then things started to move pretty fast for me. My friend pulled me off to the side.
"Dude, she totally wants to kiss you, man".
"Really?" I said. I looked back at her, and she was looking right at me.
I started to get a little nervous, but I was excited at the same time. So I go back, and I guess instinctively I just went up to her and embraced her. That was my first kiss.
I went home that day. My friend calls me up.
"Dude, did you ask her out??"
"No. I didn't."
"Why the hell not!"
"I just met her! Don't you think I should give a little time before I do that?"
"You better ask her out soon man."
That's when I felt like I was doing something wrong. I wasn't sure how to go about starting a relationship with a girl. Should I have asked her out there?
I had to ask her out…
So, of course, instead of calling her…. I got her AIM screenname and started talking to her on there… (Yeah, real smooth)
Asked her out. She said yes.
!! I was all kinds of excited. My first girlfriend. Wow. I didn't see this coming at all.
We had a pretty good relationship. I tried to be as good as i could to her, even though I was an amateur at being a sweetheart. For her birthday I got her a necklace. She wore it every day.
After that, things got complicated. Some sort of divide seemed to have developed between her and my friends (who were all girls (friend zone'd)). At lunch, we had groups. Our group was right across from my girlfriend's group. Neither would let themselves join either's, so I found myself drifting back & forth from both groups. Sometimes I felt like I was the roap in some big tug-of-war.
What had I got myself into… More importantly, how did I get myself into this?
It comes to no surprise that shortly after this started to carry on.. I started to realize how I felt about this girl. I never really liked her in the way that I would want to even try to start a relationship with her, but I did. I couldn't look at her and say "I love you", but I did.
Such a terrible mistake I had made.
I spent the whole night up, listening to Opeth's "Damnation" thinking about how I could grow the balls to do something about this. I knew I had to break up with her, but just like I had no idea what I was doing when I asked her out, I had no idea what I was doing when I decided to break up with her.
The next day she was in tears. She knew what I was going to do. That was when I realized that what she had for me was real.. But what I had was nothing. I knew that she would be more hurt if I were to continue the relationship than if I were to end it right there. So I did.
She wiped her tears away, put the necklace I gave her on her birthday back in my hand, and walked away.

I think the problem was that, in the beginning, I was kind of forced into the relationship, and pressured by my friend to ask her out before it was too late. Though, even if it had gotten to be too late, I could have figured it out before I would let this all happen. I just got all excited when I found out that she Iiked me. I thought, she likes me. I must like her back, right?
It was a really hard thing to break up with this girl. There's a worse feeling than loving someone and not having them love you back. It's having someone love you and not feeling that same love. A few weeks later she gave me a letter before one of my classes. She wrote that even after what happened, we could still be friends. Though I never really saw her much after that. It would be a couple years since we really started talking again.

That was my first relationship. To this day, my only relationship. I'm graduated from high school and I'm now in College. I sometimes wonder if I'll ever be capable of loving someone like she loved me.. It kills me sometimes, but I'm smart enough to keep my eyes open and not let myself get forced into a relationship like this one.

Here's a picture of me and her when we first met.
http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m292/DAVEBeans…

OK. OK. So. Here's my most romantic story. Gosh I'm nervous. *Dry heaves
Me and my girlfriend at the time, we were going to go out for this really romantic dinner. We went to this really fancy restaurant– like, really fancy– the kind with waiters and no ball pit. We sit down and I look deeply into her eyes. I reach my hand across the table and touch her face.
"You look ravishing tonight darling." She blushes. I take this as a green light.
I then reach down and gently squeeze her right breast. Her heart melts. She melts so hot and fast that she has to get up and leave. I
"I'm the man." I think to myself. I envision myself sitting at that very table, Awesome Blossom center stage, waiting longingly for my girl to return When I see myself, I look a lot like John Stamos. I'm ok with this.
She never came back to me. I'm assuming she felt the attraction between us, the great depth and breadth of our love so strong, that she couldn't handle it. What an angel. She owes me $11 dollars for her Quesadilla Explosion.

ok ok ok. MY love story does not involve breaking up. and its full of cheese (which i love).

my man and i had been dating about…eh… 2 weeks, maybe 4? he took me on a date i had always wanted to go on with a guy, in which we took a day to go to the fort worth museums (as an art student, that was a big deal) and just puttered around town. during the day i kept thinking "man, i REALLY like this guy" as he gave me lots of hugs and kisses in the museums (i had never been terribly comfortable with PDA, but i was ok with it when it was coming from him).
when we returned to denton i decided i needed a car wash for whatever reason, so we pulled into a drive through car wash. when the wash was over i tried to start my car, and it wouldn't start. randomly the guy had brought his skateboard along (for a reason i no longer remember), so he hopped on and skated home to get some tools. he knew what the problem was, and how to fix it. CHA-CHING! a guy who is handy?!? BONUS! so when he returns he begins fixing my car, and in the process scratches his arm pretty badly on a car part, which was when i got to show my handiness by bandaging him. after we got the car restarted, we drove home. and i knew i loved him. it would be another 2 weeks or so before i told him though.
its a pretty typical damsel in distress, then man gets hurt saving her and so she gets to play nurse kind of story (beauty and the beast anyone? wolves in the woods, eh?)

the best part- he still has a scar from where the car scratched him. i call it his "love scar"! haha!
ojay & I's 3 year anniversary is on july 15th (yep, the day after the screening of (500) days of summer).

(cheesy enough for everyone?)

They blend the cute, formal and casual wears with great success. They also managed to introduce a type of casual cosplay in the fashion trend.