Ten years ago I was a junior in high school (I cannot believe that was 10 years ago...) and on Dec 23rd my boyfriend took me to see Titanic (which I didn't even want to see, but he insisted that we see it... very odd for a 16 year old boy). Then on the way home he gave me a mix tape he made for me. Yeah a tape... that was before CD burners were affordable and WAY before MP3s were available. He left a Christmas party his parents were having to take me out, I think he was more about getting out of the party than anything else. Anyway, the only reason I remember that is that was the only time he actually paid for me (hello, I was 16 and I didn't work until March of my junior year... how about paying for me once in a while, you cheap bastard!), so it stands out in my mind. This December 23rd I will go to the Patriots game with my husband (when we were dating he paid for me all the time! Okay, well for the first year anyway) and we won't be going out soley because he doesn't want to be at home, and he won't give me any mix tapes, and I won't secretly be dating anyone else at the same time... (Yeah, I did do that... I shouldn't have... but I don't regret it. I was 16 and 16 year olds should not be so tied down and they should be able to date lots of different people and have a lot of fun). I'll be a lot happier this December 23rd and not just because Titanic sucks and not just because I'll be sitting on the 50 yard line in the 17th row. (If a girl gets arrested tonight for stalking certain Pats players, it won't be me... I promise...)
It will be because I don't have to listen to crappy ass mix tapes that a boy made for me, just to pretend I like his crappy ass music. Andrew already knows I hate his music. :)
But damn, I wish I was the same size I was when I went to see Titanic!
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