Hola Lola

The next two guys happened around the same time, although i liked the second much more than first, the first just being a faint pleasant idea. The first guy, Blake, was blonde with blue eyes, was rather slim,played flute (as do I) and everyone liked him that new him. I would say now that it was very much a crush of convenience, which is a stupid reason to try to get with someone. I had however, caught the attention of a quite unavailable coworker, unavailability soon to become a trend.

Aristos was slightly taller than me with light skin and brown eyes that could melt your soul. His looks combined with a bright and funny personality, soon made him an interest of mine. Little did I know this was the beginning of what my friends deemed to be my “Play-wrecking” era. At the time Aristos already had a girlfriend, which I found out after a small, but significant, series of events took place.

It all started on a November afternoon at work, my job for the day was to walk through the movie theatres and make sure everything was working properly. Aristos had been sent home early and was returning later that day to watch Max Paine with some friends. Theatre Two, where everything began, was one of the larger theatres and was built with two walkways to get to the screen. Shortly after he arrived with his friends I received a text, just about our only form of communication, telling me that I should come to his theatre. I walked across the bottom of the screen, flashlight on so he could see me, and met him in the long part of the hallway.

Heartbreak is a horrible thing for one to suffer through, but in time one may come to welcome the idea in hopes of finding future happiness. I knew my heartbreak was coming, I could sense it in the way Emiliano was behaving that day at the beach. It was exactly one week before our senior year started and he decided to end it over a series of text messages, which everyone thought to be very low of Emil since we had been dating on and off since freshman year. The details of the breakup aren’t very important to the story I plan on telling. Other than it happened, which led to some complicated situations and some quite simple ones, Emiliano isn’t a big part of the story. I’ve decided to write about this because I haven’t been able to write about anything in a few months and a particular weekend (March 6-8, 2009) has inspired me to tell the story of all the guys in my life. The breakup hurt a great amount and it took me some weeks of my naturally happy lifestyle to recover from it. When I finally did, I became attracted to a type of guy I never in my life thought I would like. He was the exact opposite of Emil in every sense of the word.