So in elementary I so called dated a guy when I was in fifth grade. I have to tell
you this was a mouthful. I remember my very first gift being a girlfriend. It was
a keychain in a shape of a heart with a beautiful red rose in it. Guess what it
was wrapped in, a Pepto-Bismol box! If not it was definitely a Tylenol box
then. (LMAO). I thought he got me medicine. I don’t remember much, but that we
hungout at recess a lot. And totally played soccer every day, I was darn good
at it. Sometimes we even played boys vs. girls. Haha. Until this day I remember
our breakup the most. Want to know why?! Okay, so get ready. He had written me
a letter before he was going to graduate six grade and go off to middle school.
On that day I was walking down the stairs to class and he waited. He said he
had something to give me. So come recess time I was outside reading it while
everyone else was playing soccer like usual. My friend was already at lunch. So
when I went into the cafeteria, I told her “Ey, here’s the letter. I’ll show
you!” But everyone was being too rowdy in the cafeteria that day. His teacher
Mr. Gillies was chaperoning lunch that day; by the way he was the scariest
teacher at school. He was big and had a long beard to his chest. Mr. Gillies had
yelled to get everyone quiet and he DOES NOT LIKE NOTES. So when I passed my
letter to my friend. He saw and totally grabbed it out of her hand. Then he got
everyone’s attention again. Then loudly and vigorously read out, “To: Wendy
Vang, From: _____Xiong” All the kids just looked around because they knew what
this meant. Then he opened up the letter and read, “I’m sorry…..(pause pause)….hummm…ummm.”
Read some more silently to himself while everyone waited patiently what it was
about. But then he just said, “I’ll give this to the principle.” Turns out he
didn’t. And when I became a six grader, he was my teacher. LOL. And it turns
out Mr. Gillies was the best teacher ever, very sweet. Funny thing is he lived
across from me,too. How ridiculous can it get? So whenever I made eggrolls I
would drop by his house and give his wife and him some delicious Asian food. Til
this day I still talk to Mr. Gillies every once in awhile to keep him updated
on my studies. Guess you never know what
life can throw at you huh=]
Going on…Although Mr. Xiong, the boy I had dated decided to April Fools me. He called me up and
asked me back out. I was so dumb at the time I didn’t know anything. I even
said Yes. Then a few minutes later he said April Fools. I was like WOW, okay
and hungup. The funny thing is at that age I was only 10. So from the age of 10
until I was 16 this boy regretted what he did to me so much. That when it got around to my Sweet Sixteen I
ran into him again, because some of my guy friends were his friends too. When
he saw me again we talked like old friends. He apologized for what he did 6
years ago and gave me a gift. (Thanks bud). We still talk once in a long time.
Sometimes I wonder, “Wow, I can’t believe he held this guilt for 6 years for
doing that to me.” He really just needed to hear that I had forgiven him for
that. When he asked, I just laughed and said it’s ok. We were youngsters.
Starting off my 7th grade year I met a guy name Yoshi. He was tall, funny, and
out-going. I guess you can say he was the “we were still kids” boyfriend/
girlfriend type. Though mama taught her daughters good! She said drugs were bad.
So when I saw him with that cigarette. I said, “Baby, it’s over.” I was very
young, but still from that age until now. I don’t tolerate things like that.
Nah-uh, You are on my check-off list. No matter how handsome or how good of a
guy you are; if you pull out that cigarette or whatever else. It’s a TOTALLY
TURN OFF for me.
Then at the age of 12 I was in a relationship that lasted about 2 years, seventh grade
until the end of my high school freshman year. This relationship was more like
an on and off thing. Although it did really open me up, I still have to admit
that after growing up. I now realize it was puppy love. A love that you could
really say I was in love, but it was in the cute childish ways. The cute little
things we all do when we first have a real boyfriend or girlfriend. We did the going
to the movies, going on dates, and hanging out with friends. I met his family
and he met mines. Everyone knew and everyone thought we were bound to get
married. I remember some friends still made a bet on it. It was cool, but we
were young. Since he was the very first guy I introduced to my family and we
dated for about 2 years. My family thought I would never be able to get over
him and let go. I cried for months. I mean c’mon he was the very 1st
close boyfriend. Of course it was heart breaking. Though it was good while it
lasted, we came to the understanding that we were both better off as friends.
Til this day we still talk, til this day we still joke comfortably, til this
day his sisters are still the best of friends, til this day his parents’ still greets
me and ask how I’m doing, til this day we’re still good friends. Thanks KD.
Time went on and I met another young gentleman. Who played on the same soccer team as KD for
J4. I have to say that was just a summer fling. Now he’s married and has a kid.
I never talked to him after we broke up. Eh..what can I say.
Then I met a young soldier at the age of 15. Still very young! He was the definition of the
male role in the relationship. What I mean is he was like 2 years older than me
and whenever we went out he would come pick me up. The more traditional family
guy; totally wonderful. He wasn’t just all that innocent though, he had that
Bad boy side too. We hungout with his friends and family a lot. There were
nights I would have dinner with his family. We would all sit at the dining room
table to eat and even played telephone. Then end up laughing because someone
said the statement in Hmong all wrong. Then there were days he would call and
tell me his mom wanted him to let me know she misses me and wanted me to go
over. In our 5 month relationship I already felt like they were my family too.
I know, Crazy huh. That’s why it was very painful when I decided to leave him, because
I knew he still had strong feelings for his ex. This 5 month relationship I had
with this soldier was growing so fast, it touched on even more than the 2 year
relationship I had. Sadly, we had to go our ways. Right after we broke up we
didn’t talk much. It took awhile before we were able to chat once in awhile
again.
It was only5 months after the soldier and I broke up that I was officially with my Phab
Ej.
This here begins… a true love tragedy. Wait scratch that out it was a ”Beautiful Fairy Tale”
that didn’t have a happily ever after with two people ending up together.
So here I begin to tell you a love story that still leaves me breathless. =]
THE REAL LOVE….....
To be continued in another Blog, please be patient.
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