Chapter 8: Picking Up

*I have not written a blog since April I believe. I tried a couple of times, but I saw that I was low on subject matter. I figured no one was missing the blog so letting it go was probably not a big deal at all. However after talking to my friend Jenni W. I thought it would be fun to start this up again.

So here is the approaching dilemma. I want to continue with my "life story" from where I left off, but a lot of stuff has happened in 2010. In fact more happened in this year than I ever planned on. So, I do plan on addressing what has happened in 2010 once I catch up to it.

So! I had just come out to my best friend Taylor when we left off, which went very. That was the summer of 2007. Now a month or two prior to the start of that summer, our humble show choir was on tour in California. We would be performing at the Heritage Festival and would get to spend a day or two in Disney Land. It was turning out to be fun trip and we even won first at the festival.

Now on the train ride back to NM, my friends and I ended up staying up late and hanging out on the lower floor of the train. We laughed and celebrated our victory and as time went on, one by one, each of us walked back to our seats upstairs to get some sleep until there was only two people left down stairs. A boy named Colin and myself. Colin was a Sophomore at the time, so he was a bit younger than the majority of my friends in High School, but he was a friend non-the-less. Now the two of us ended up talking until it was shockingly early in the morning. This turned out to the first intimate moment I had ever had with a boy. No, we didn't do anything. We didn't even kiss, but it really seemed to be a nice moment that wasn't purely platonic and that was the first time I had had something like that.

A month later the two of us ended up kissing and after a little more time went on we realized that we had about nothing in common!!! We talked about us being in a relationship, but we just didn't work in that way. At all! It was nice having him to relate with on that night and he was my first "real" kiss and I'll always treasure that. We never were boyfriends despite the fact that we kinda talked about it from time to time. We were just each others first "almost boyfriend" and that was/is an important thing to have.

Now the story of my first boyfriend is one much longer and has yet to come up in this little blog of my life. So you'll just have to be patient for that one.

P.S.
I don't know if the next post after this one will be chapter 9 or not. We'll see when we get there :)