So about ten months ago, I started to court this kid named Andy. He was a really sweet kid - he was soft spoken, quiet and liberal, and he came form an amazing household. His father is a social worker and his mother is a naturalist. Further, he was homeschooled until ninth grade. So, I figured that, back then, I had scored an amazing boy. And he was all pure and a virgin, and I just figured this would be a sweet love story.
But his want from me faded and burned out, and three months later, he broke up with me. It broke my heart, but whatever, things change, right?
Well, he called me up on Thursday, and told me that he cheated on me 8 months ago. He wanted to be "honest" and "transparent". Really, he was being an egocentric fuckwad that just wanted to clean his conscience and recover his integrity.
But know what the worst part is? He was a virgin with me, throughout the relationship. Sure, we macked, groped and engaged in oral sex (mind you, we never climaxed together), but we never fucked.
And to be fair, Andy didn't actually fuck with the kid he cheated with. They just macked, and engaged in oral without climax. Even still, that's cheating in my book. Hell, kissing another guy is disloyalty, and essentially cheating in my book.
But, I don't really care anymore. Sure, I was dismayed, saddened, angry and pissed off, but the fuckwad already broke my heart, why let him do it again? And who cares! I've got enough things on my plate - like the SAT-IIs, my AP exams, summer employment and the development of the kid I work with during extracurriculars. I don't need a boy! I just really need to junk punch a few...