Virgin love

No matter what type of girl you are, no matter how old you've gotten...you've always had a place in your heart for that fairy tale type of love. The one which sends tingles in your stomach at just its shear thought. Some girls dream about it at an early age and by high school they've already planned out their entire wedding and scheduled a timeline for the new babies. Then there's the girl that focuses on her career and doesn't really think about love until she hits 30 and realizes her successful career isn't taking care of the late night pulsating feeling in her vagina. Regardless of your type, we've all desired that true, pure love at some moment in our lives. If you haven't then you fit into the third category of females: Crazy. Something is seriously wrong with you and I'd suggest that you go talk to someone about your childhood demons. 


For the rest of us common folk, love has been both our greatest hope and biggest heartbreak. My first heartbreak happened when I was in fourth grade. His name was Quinton. Quinton was mixed with both white and black. Back then, that meant something special but let's stay focus on one topic at a time. Quinton was everything a fourth grader needed in a man. He was cute, funny and drank chocolate milk. I tried everything to get Quinton's attention without telling him I actually liked him. I gave him pencils, not just your average yellow #2 pencils but the hot commodity ones that glowed in the dark. I even used my scholastic book fair money to buy him erasers shaped like pizzas. Nothing worked but I didn't lose hope until one day at lunch when he passed me a note. My heart race with thoughts on how I would respond to his proposal, my stomach was tickled with butterflies and excitement. I could hardly wait to open the letter that was clenched so tightly in the palm of my hand. A smile spread across my face as I unfolded the origami piece of paper. As it came apart I saw there were two pages. On the first page was scribbled the words "Give to Krystal." I should have stopped right there and just passed her the note but hope made me pressed forward. On the second page he'd wrote: 

 Dear Krystal, I like you. Would you be my girlfriend? Circle yes or no.

  

I was heart broken and that was exactly how my love life began. I bet your wondering if I gave her the note. Yes, of course but for some strange reason I never liked her again.

Yes, I dusted myself off and moved past my Quinton saga but it was symbolic for how I treated every man that came into my life; except one.