I thought it was appropriate to post this on Friday the Thirteenth as this story has everything to do with bad luck.
I’ve been in relationships in the past, but they’ve always ended poorly. Don’t ask me why, I couldn’t tell you.
My first “boyfriend” was named Robbie. We were together in sixth grade, and we never went on dates, so that’s why I have boyfriend in quotation marks. I thought he was cute and nice, and I was devastated to find out he had been “cheating” on me with a girl named Charlie.
Fast-forward to seventh grade. I had moved schools and thought, “Hey, I can start over now with guys!”
Wow, I’m in seventh grade. The relationships I have this year are gonna be great. (I hope you’re reading that with as much sarcasm as possible.)
I liked a guy named Joseph all of seventh grade. I thought we really had something, too…
…Until he told me he didn’t like me at the end of the year.
I gave up trying at that point. It wasn’t until the summer before freshman year that I really had faith that something could come of a friendship.
I was at a summer kick-off party at church with my friends. We were sitting on the ground eating pizza when he walked in. (I’m going to call him Field Boy to keep this anonymous.) I knew Field Boy through church activities, and we were in the same preschool class, but I just never saw him much since we went to different school. Also, his soccer schedule made it so he was never able to go to church events.
I saw Field Boy pretty much every day that summer, and we spent a lot of time getting to know each other. I started to really like him, and everyone thought that we would be dating by the end of the summer.
The Sunday before we started school, I told him how I felt. He said that he didn’t want to date while he was in middle school (he got held back in elementary school, so he’s a grade behind me), but he told me, “Next year, okay?”
Then in the middle of November, he came to church with a girl.
It felt like my world was crashing down in front of me as I watched them sit together. Why could I never keep a guy? Field Boy played with my heart, acting like we would be together at some point.
His relationship with that girl didn’t last for a long time, but he didnt talk to me for two months after they broke up. I’m not sure why, and I don’t think I ever will be.
The next summer, 2015, was just like old times, and so was last school year and summer of 2016. But then we chaperoned a middle school mission trip, and even the middle schoolers thought we would be dating by the end of the summer, or even the trip!
I don’t know what’s going on with us now because he has hardly been at church, but I really hope everything between us is okay. I know it’s been two years, but I still like him. Not as much as I used to, of course.