So, lets let this story begin from grade 10. A crucial formative year. The school dance was fast approaching. Students of Saint Thomas Aquinas Secondary School were in a daze. Drenched in homework, papers and most time consuming of all, skits. The theme for this year's dance was "A night in paris" quite the irony for a Catholic school dance to be named after Paris Hilton's Porno, or sextape, whatever; it was september 19th. I remembered because it was the same date as the last two years. The same time when in grade 8 I went to go watch my boyfriend Sam, who I met through a mutual friend on Nexopia, play football at Carson High. He was tall. Very tall. He wore his lightbrown hair long and messy. He had a NEWS anchors smile, and though he didnt talk much, you could tell people wanted to be around him.
Sam and I used to text continuously, but it wasn't a relationship, it was similar to a month of flirting via text. We did walk his dog Hamish one day at Ambleside. I'd never kissed a boy before and my mom teased me as she drove off, commenting on how i should spit out my gum because it gets in the way when you kiss. Looking back on it, I was super nervous about it, we talked the entire walk and I hadn't gotten any signals, not that I could tell what signals were anyways. Then we were standing there in the Ableside parking lot. The ocean thirty feet or so away and the sidewalk led to the park we'd just walked through. It was raining lightly, i could feel droplettes running down the sides of my cheeks. I could also tell beacaus all the leaves around us were orange and brown and sopping wet. They all mushed into big piles at the sides of the street. The lamps were about to turn on too. Though you couldn't ever see a sunset in vancouver as it was always hidden by the spectrum of grey which we liked to call the sky, but i knew that it was getting late and my mom would be ready to pick me up soon.I looked up at Sam, flashed him a small smile, and in a matter of seconds his lips touched mine. I closed my eyes; i had read somewhere that its weird if girls kept their eyes open during a kiss. I ended up making this really funny scrunchy face. In retrospect he probably didnt notice. It was for the best that we had broken up after a month. We didn't have much in common, and though to this day his is the only kiss i can remember in detail, it certainly wasn't enough to keep up a relationship.
Rule number 1: Don't date because of shallow reasons.

After Sam came Michael. Michael and I were your stereotypical boyfriend-girlfriend duo. The kind that made out behind the science wing between breaks. Made out in the hallways.