Bryce

Bryce was my very first boyfriend ever. (Aww, how cute.) He was really cute, and he had a family of all brothers! We met when we got to Jr. High. It was one of those typical Jr. High things. We were kinda friends, and our one friend Kim was like the go between in trying to get us together. I was extremely shy when it came to guys at that time and had absolutely no clue when it came to social situations such as this. Anyways, we ended up going out for about a month, which in Jr high is like, an eternity. We never really did much of anything except talk on the phone. My friends would always try to get us to hold hands and such. Sheesh.

I think the lesson that I learned with Bryce was one of popularity. See, I was not in with the “cool crowd” when I got to school. I wasn’t nerdy either, I was just kinda in the middle. I had some friends who were more popular than others. My friend Kelly puts it best when she said that I was the most popular loser. Anyways, before Bryce and I went out, things were fine. I had some friends, and I never really thought about cliques all that much. Then, from the first day that Bryce was my boyfriend, all of the cool kids were really nice to me. They invited me to eat with them… they invited me to parties… I was suddenly cool. I felt great. Then Bryce and I broke up. And all that popularity ended with a jolt. No one wanted to talk to me, and it was then that I realized that they were only really talking to me because I had a boyfriend anyway. That was a hard thing to learn. Luckily, at that time I was not in the habit of shutting out my friends for boys. That is something I picked up on later in life….