Getting Nowhere
When you think of adolescence, you think rebellion. Most people think of those movies, you know the ones where the girl sneaks out of the house for a wild night on the town with her number one? Picture that, except I had to also manage to take off the screen to my window without waking my then 16 year old brother and sneak off into the darkness. I was entirely out of my own league. I hardly ever did things of this nature. I was the goodie two shoes girl who sat in class dreaming of her goals and aspirations. The one that hardly any guys noticed because she didn’t wear push up bras. Finally, a year after I was out of high school, I was visiting my parents while I was home. A guy who I was talking to wanted to see me. Alone, at night, late at night, just us. I felt it necessary to have to sneak out even as an adult who was no longer a resident of their home but now a guest. I know, embarrassing. Either way, I still felt it inappropriate to waltz out the front door wake the whole house up and dramatically drive off into the night with some guy they never even heard of. I felt the need to sneak. Which I suppose should’ve been the first red flag before taking part in one of the worst dates I have ever experienced. It wasn’t just the worst because it totally fell apart... it was also the worst because I had unfortunately rejected his best friend not only a year prior to this outing during my senior year. Yeah, that date was also quite a mess. They’ve got a lot in common.