One month Megan

I used to be called "One-month Megan", not the most clever of nicknames seeing how it was in reference to my inability to have a relationship longer than a month. It's basically just a not that fancy way of saying I had serious commitment issues. I mean the issue was serious, the commitment didn't have to be serious for me to be against it(by the way this was high school  so does it really even count? I mean in high school time 3 weeks is basically marriage)  I would get into a relationship with very high hopes, and then as soon as the month long marker was around the corner I would freak out, and break it off. It WAS me, not them. So in this blog I will talk about the 4 guys that fell victim to my 3 week and run tactic. 

Sebastian

So, first off let me clarify that he was not a crab, whether or not he had crabs is still up to joke about, I wouldn't know, I barley kissed the guy. His real name wasn't Sebastian, either. Not even close. It was actually Ryan, but for some reason I had this odd self entitiled right to re-name people, and it usually stuck too. Poor guy was called Sebastian for 2 years. Anyways, our first date happened a bit oddly, and was entirely endearing that's for damn sure. We were hanging out with a mutual friend at his house, laughing and having a good time doing what dumb Sophmores find entertaining. Our mutual friend's mom showed up, and demanded for her to go home. I planned on getting a ride home from her, so I was getting ready to go, and Sebastian slyly asked if I wanted to stay and watch 50 First Dates, his mom could  totally take me home when she got off of work later. Hmm. Is this a date, or am I just so fun to hang out with he didn't want me to leave, or does he just want to watch a funny movie with company? I didn't want to assume anything, being a girl with low self-confidence (aka 15) I figured he just wanted someone to hang out with, nothing more. So he turns on the movie, and we are sitting on the same couch 5 inches apart. Oh hey, 10 minutes have past and now we are sitting 4 inches apart..interesting . Probably just gravity. 40 minutes now, that 4 inches has been cut into half, its down to 2 inches. THIS HAS TO MEAN SOMETHING. Right? I can't tell if he's scootin' or I am. I don't want to make the first move. REJECTION IS TERRIFYING. Alright, movie has 20 minutes to go, and we are practically sitting on each other, this is ridiculous. One of us needs to man up, my hormones can't stand this gradual nonsense. Oh, hold on. Arm is raised. Either he is raising his hand to ask a question (in which case I am leaving), or that mother fucker is going to put his arm around me. Yep. Huston with have contact. The arm has has landed perfectly around my shoulders. Damn, 5 minutes of the movie left. We will soon have to face the reality of  his arm around me. Do I just suggest we watch it again? Maybe I can sneak the remote into my hand and press play again before we have exited movie-zombie mode. I will fake a head injury and insist we haven't watched it yet! It's perfect! We will have another hour and 40 minutes to slowly make moves. Who knows, we could end up cuddling at the end of this one. I have never cuddled at this point. Yes at 15, my cuddle cherry had yet to be popped, and I'll be damned if the end of a movie is going to ruin it. Okay, movie is over and I was unable to find the remote, Mission: Replay is a no go. Exit zombie-mode. I have no idea what to expect, is he going to take his arm back and pretend that never happened?! Here was the moment of truth, movie was over and we had to fill the silence with our own words. So I looked at him, casually, as if this is something we always do. I started out with the required post-movie commentary, as expected. 
Me "That's such a good movie! Dates, aren't they just something?" I wasn't the most subtle human alive, that's for sure. 
Sebastian "Yeah, they are. Would you like to watch another movie"
In my head "OH LORDY YES, AND I WANT TO CUDDLE, and maybe some popcorn, BUT MAINLY CUDDLING"
What I actually said "Yeah, that'd be cool"
So with that gained extra 2 hours, I popped my cuddle cherry, like a boss. It was adorable. 
We ended up "dating" for 3weeks and 3 days. Then I broke it off for Ben.


The mostly hopeless, but kind of romantic Ben. 
to be continued...