Favourite ex? Hahahha. So how many guys did you fuck in Waterloo?
I'm going to be honest. THe number of how many boys I have slept with is pretty low. I like having quality control, it's 5. And there is only one special boy at Waterloo. I'm still nuts about him but I fucked it up. Ah well, I'm happy loving him without him in my life. He was the best and may very well always be. I've said too much.
So tell me, how's Waterloo?
Syd, that's cool. If you don't mind me asking, how did you fuck it up? As far as Waterloo goes, you mean the school or the city? The school is aight I guess. I'm too damn busy to actually enjoy it. Also, I don't live on campus so it's not like my life is completely there you know? Shit, sometimes I never get to see the light as I'm always doing school work, errands, or at work. Fuck school.
Hrmm...let's see. My boyfriend at the time went to Ireland for three months. I'm a flirt so I hung out with a lot of boys that summer but never cheated. My behaviour was questionable but certainly not enough to invite sexual abuse. But alas, I was abused and cried to my boyfriend the day after about it. He understood and was really supportive. Then I stupidly fell for the molester guy (he was a friend of ours, oddly enough). I asked my boyfriend what he wanted from me and he wouldn't tell me the truth, he didn't tell me he wanted to me to stay with him which was all I wanted to hear (this really pissed me off) so we broke-up and I dated the abuser. We (the abuser and I) broke up a week later because even though I was lonely, I didn't love him. Then the Irish boy and I played the ever-so-shitty make-up/break-up game on the phone since he was still in Ireland. I had a one night stand, he made out with purdy Irish ladies...it got messy. When he returned, we tried to make it work but it was no use, it was over. Then he went to Waterloo. I guess it wasn't completely my fault but I do take most of the blame. I was a selfish flirt. Meh, you live you learn. (sorry for the huge story but you wanted to know, and their isn't a shorter version)
That's sorta good. Balance is key but that must be difficult when you're burdened with a shit load of work. What are you taking at Waterloo?
Favourite ex? Hahahha. So how many guys did you fuck in Waterloo?
I'm going to be honest. THe number of how many boys I have slept with is pretty low. I like having quality control, it's 5. And there is only one special boy at Waterloo. I'm still nuts about him but I fucked it up. Ah well, I'm happy loving him without him in my life. He was the best and may very well always be. I've said too much.
So tell me, how's Waterloo?
Syd, that's cool. If you don't mind me asking, how did you fuck it up? As far as Waterloo goes, you mean the school or the city? The school is aight I guess. I'm too damn busy to actually enjoy it. Also, I don't live on campus so it's not like my life is completely there you know? Shit, sometimes I never get to see the light as I'm always doing school work, errands, or at work. Fuck school.
Hrmm...let's see. My boyfriend at the time went to Ireland for three months. I'm a flirt so I hung out with a lot of boys that summer but never cheated. My behaviour was questionable but certainly not enough to invite sexual abuse. But alas, I was abused and cried to my boyfriend the day after about it. He understood and was really supportive. Then I stupidly fell for the molester guy (he was a friend of ours, oddly enough). I asked my boyfriend what he wanted from me and he wouldn't tell me the truth, he didn't tell me he wanted to me to stay with him which was all I wanted to hear (this really pissed me off) so we broke-up and I dated the abuser. We (the abuser and I) broke up a week later because even though I was lonely, I didn't love him. Then the Irish boy and I played the ever-so-shitty make-up/break-up game on the phone since he was still in Ireland. I had a one night stand, he made out with purdy Irish ladies...it got messy. When he returned, we tried to make it work but it was no use, it was over. Then he went to Waterloo. I guess it wasn't completely my fault but I do take most of the blame. I was a selfish flirt. Meh, you live you learn. (sorry for the huge story but you wanted to know, and their isn't a shorter version)
That's sorta good. Balance is key but that must be difficult when you're burdened with a shit load of work. What are you taking at Waterloo?