Guest: The New Years March

So, I asked to write a guest blog and now here I am!

My name is Dee and I'm a 25 year old female. I am of average height, with an average build, with more then average breasts. I have an expressive face, often what I'm feeling emotionally is as plain as day. Personality wise... I'm honest, direct and motherly.

I am unfamiliar with writing anything more then point form notations. So, please forgive me if it feels a little jumpy or disconnected.

I was initially going to offer words of my own personal experiences with relationships but after typing on and on I realized that they were pushy and kind of bitchy. So instead of that garbage, I will write about something that has always stuck in my memory.

The New Years march.

The first boy I dated was a sweetheart.

I remember the first time I met him in the first years of high school, sitting on the gray carpeted tiers of TOS chatting away with his members of the Pro-Potato Anti-Yam Alliance. This was of course before they realized that they must in fact establish the Pro-Potato Anti-Yam Lobbying Coalition before they could form an alliance. They were all older then us, so they had an air of awesome coupled with the fact that they were misfits like us. They were the first boys to join our group, and it altered our little group dynamic forever.

Ah, hormones.

Part of the trouble was that there was only three guys and easily ten girls; all coming to terms with their own sexuality. Initially the ladies were very much 'lady bros before hoe's' but that was quickly disintegrated, and I in my self proclaimed leadership was properly outraged.

Not so secretly I had fallen hard for the boy in the orange jacket, he was sweet, kind and had an amazingly warm smile and laugh. We would talk about Chrono Trigger, Metroid and Dragonlance and how the world would be a better place if we could make a ball of pure energy.

My slow realization that I liked this guy was crushed when it was revealed that he had asked out one of the most stunning and sensual girls in our group. I, dressed in my woodland camouflage with severe braided hair wasn't anything more then an ugly sexless speck of dirt.

Nursing my hurt pride and consoling myself in the fact that I had never blurted out my silly romantic confessions, I threw myself into complete tomboy mode. I hung out with the guys, attempted to out-man them and enjoyed myself in being as obnoxious and loud as humanly possible.

A few months passed and the girls started meddling. Not pleased with the development of losing one of their friends to a male they began to voice their displeasure. How dare they ditch us all the time.

Understandably, they were hurt that they were so abruptly dropped and they continued with the grumblings for a while. My crush had become public knowledge, but I refused to compete for the boys affection as the girl was my friend, and secretly because I felt I was no competition at all.

New Years Eve came and we were gathered together at our oldest friends abode sitting in her living room eating chips and waiting for people to arrive. Two people were blatantly missing, the couple had decided to ditch and instead planned to spend the night together at the boy's place of residence while his parents were out for the night. Scandalous stuff when you're fifteen, I suppose.

A dastardly plan was formed after playing dress up with one of the girls cocktail dresses. We raided our oldest friends closet and dressed in saucy outfits. Mine was an extremely curve hugging red dress with a black lace button up over-thing with knee high lace up black heeled boots. I was so awkward, I had never worn anything like it in my life.

The girls suggested - if only the boy could see you like this! Surely he would be stunned the way they were. Our oldest friend insisted that the boys house was only a mere fifteen minutes away and so after messing around with hair and makeup the march began with one poor bemused guy in tow.

We walked for almost two hours, in the dead of winter in dresses and heels.

If you're not laughing at the absurdity then I'm afraid the rest of this tale is going to be rather dull.

We eventually arrived at our destination, and stood shivering in on the porch, debating as to whom should be the one to knock. What if they were doing 'it'? What are we going to do? What if they're not here? Our oldest friend took action and pounded on the door.

And we waited.

And waited.

Footsteps down the stairs and a light flicked on.

The door opened and the boy peered out onto the porch with his lady behind him to see a large group of girls dressed in less then weather appropriate clothing.

Maybe it was at that moment we all realized how silly we looked or how petty our justifications were, but I remember being jostled to the front and looking at the boy with shame and embarrassment.

I wanted to die.

Jaws dropped. Eyes stared. Eventually the boy managed to stammer out that we could all come in for hot chocolate. Gratefully, we all slunk in past the angry stare of the girl and sat awkwardly in the living room. I cannot recall for the life of me how or if we all got home that night.

In the new year the boy and the girl decided that they were going to have an open relationship so that he could possibly date me. But for how that went, well that's another story for another day.

Thanks for reading!

-Dee