See my problems with boys probably began in kindergarten. At the ripe age of 4 I realized that boys were my favorite! At the meet the teacher conference, every single boy's mother in my class went up to my mom and said, "My son, loves your daughter."

I then passed through school without many incidents, and was a tomboy-ish. My very first boyfriend was in 9th grade, at the ripe age of 14. Nearly ten years after I had discovered this novelty of boys, they reciprocated my enthusiasm. I dated this boy, my first young love for more than year. One day he woke up and realized he did not love me any more. I was so devastated, as a sophomore. He wound up marrying the girl he dated after me. He is now divorced. .

Next was a string of insignificant boys. They came and they went. The doozy came into my life at the ripe age of 19. He and I fell for each other fast and hard. It was a bit crazy from the first, including me moving out of my mom's house and dropping out of school for a bit here and there. Of course this was just a prelude of the next three years, which led to emotional and physical abuse. Dodged the biggest bullet of my life. I broke up with him on Thursday. He is not married or divorced that I know of but I try to avoid him and things about him at any and all costs.

The next day, Friday, I started a relationship with another guy. There was no healing time. It was the replacement to get me far far away from the crazy. I thought he would be a fling. He and I dated for 18 months. Two years after we broke up and had not spoken, he moved in 3 houses away from me. He is married I believe. He did not acknowledge me by my name. This was upsetting to me.

There was 8 years of random boys. There was buffalo boy, airplane boy, lawywer boy, doctor j, and some other people who lasted no more than a few months.

Then there was Navy D. Navy D who on his online dating profile claimed his big D was over with. Once I discovered this was not the case we were too far into it to separate or so I thought. I doubted he was truly ready for a relationship, and yet he would show me glimpses that he was. So I held onto hope. Navy D and I made it on and off for about 1. 5 years together time, but the entire thing was nearly a 2.5 year ordeal. I loved him as much as I was able to, but he did not and could not love me back. I don't know if he is out of his marriage finally, if he's dating anyone or what not. This is because the prospect of talking to him is too painful. He wants to have a friendship but he could not give me what I wanted. Why should he get what he wants?

I don't think life is always fair. But for some reason I seem to get the short end of the stick when it comes to boys. Is there someone out there for me? I certainly hope so, until then I will be throwing or attending as many fun events with my friend and living my life well. I am sure there are many more tales I will live to tell. I am ready now, so if you're out there. Please come into my life for the love of all that is holy!

Happy Friday.

SB