Twice now I’ve had dreams that I slapped my ex’s new girlfriend across the face, and rather than fight back, she just nodded and said, “Yep, I deserved that.” (She doesn’t—it’s just my subconscious talking.) I think this GIF would probably be a better way to react when I next see her in public.
Yep, this was Josh’s reaction, give or take. That was one of my last happy memories of our relationship—me grooving on the couch and lipsyncing at 3 a.m., while he shook his head in disbelief and shouted, “This song is everything bad about pop music rolled into one!”
Amanda: it’s amazing the things people do when they come out of relationships
some run off to france, some become sluts and some decide they’re going to pierce 10% of their head
The first day:
A week later:
A month later:
Truer words. Er, .gifs.
Mark (not changing the name because I dare you to stalk my Facebook and find him) went to a boarding school in New Hampshire but was from New Mexico. His parents had sent him to tennis camp in Lake Tahoe, CA, so he’d have something to do for the summer. I’d later find out that he was very flirty by nature, but we seemed to click from the first evening we met. I made him laugh, and I glowed every time he’d compliment how I looked in my bathing suit. Our first hang-out was kind of perfect: The whole camp drove up to the lake, and we took turns jumping/pushing each other off of a dock into the water.
You know, back then I had every memory crystal-clear and separate, but at this point they’ve merged into a really happy, content blur. I remember running up the ski hills (covered in dirt and dust since it was the summer) and seeing Mark waiting at the bottom smirking; having long talks with him about his family constantly uprooting him; and him playing guitar on his racquet when Fastball‘s “The Way” came on during drills.
I got a little sentimental with this one, but it was fun to recall memories I hadn’t thought about for the last few years.