We had our names written on round, bologna looking pieces of rubber strung around our necks with yarn.
He would look around the room and close his eyes and then open them when he got to me. He would do this over and over.
At recess we decided to be boyfriend and girlfriend.
We would kiss behind the cafeteria.
He was out sick for a few weeks and his mother brought him back. She was overweight, with bleached hair and tons of makeup and she was kissing all over him. I was disgusted that he was a "momma's boy."
Some boys made fun of me on the monkey bars that day and he didn't defend me.
That was it--I dumped him.
I didn't have another boyfriend until my first "real" boyfriend when I was 15.
I also remember wanting to be tough when I was a kid. My Uncle was a year older than me and I would trail around after him asking him to mentor me and train me to be strong and tough like him.
I also remember when I was 5 but had not started kindergarten, a boy named Andy lived across the street from my grandmother. He was very cocky and I liked him but I could tell he wasn't that smart.
We invited him over for lunch and he ate chicken and sold me his drawings for some pocket change. I knew my drawings were better but I wanted to buy them anyway.
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