*Strums harp* Welcome to Dawn Dagger's Tales of Woe! Today I shall tell you of stupid boys crushing on me. I've been asked out before- once by this guy I saw more of as a brother in school than a crush, and then this sorta cute kid. And I had these two boys fight about making me an origami box once, but this seriously tops all.
In seventh grade there was this boy- he was really tall, played the tuba, and was pretty thick, more in muscular way than in a fat way. He was an eighth grader and I called him Polar Bear. So, we'll call him Polar Bear. There was this other stupid kid that had bad breath and was pretty stupid, so we'll call him Derpy.
One day I was waiting for my mom to pick me up from school when we started talking about crazy things. We went on the topic of dating or something (I'm not allowed to date, BTW), and Polar Bear asked if I had to date either him or Derpy, which I would. I, of course, said Polar Bear.
Stupidest. Mistake. Of. My. Life.
So, I'm pretty sure I had a crush on Polar Bear once in my life, but that is besides the point. I can't even remember. Anyways, summer came and everything was great.
I thought.
One day my mom looks out the window and goes, "Hey, Dawn, isn't that your friend?" Sure enough, it was Polar Bear, but I thought nothing of it. He was riding past on his bicycle. He kept doing it. Like, somehow he got our address and multiple times a week was riding past my house? So, I was a little bit weirded out, but forgot about it.
Well, then he kept knocking on our door. See, I have a thing were I'm a little less prone to talk to school friends when I'm not at school, so I never talked to him. It got to the point were all my siblings and I HID when he came over.
I manage to get through the summer, and I think he eventually gives up. Well, sometime during eighth grade year I'm going through my google docs, and I find a doc titled Hello Dawn. I thought perhaps it was a letter-to-self thing I forgot, but here's what it said (I'm rereading it as I post it and it's freaking me out again):
2015 July 5, 1:43 a.m.
Dawn,
Hello, it's been a long time I guess. If you didn't see me during the Summer, that means I have failed what I was trying to do. I got to meet your dad! But that isn't what I wanted to say. Dawn I like you, you are smart, beautiful, and all around amazing.
I have a gut feeling that your father does not like me, and in all honesty, he scares me. I have recently gone mad trying to find ways to see you, thinking of some of the craziest plans. Does my mom still have contact with yours? I don't know either, but that is one thing I am going to ask tomorrow. I hope I can show up on your birthday just to place a present at your front door. August 11th right?
Sweet, right? No.
It was, like, beyond creepy. Like, the compliments are making me blush, but when I read this I nearly threw up. I was so freaked out, and I hadn't read it until the middle of summer. I mean, c'mon, he DATED and PUT THE TIME on the flipping thing! I'm serious, my dad did not like him. I mean, for real, if you're a creepy stalker you think her dad is going to be pretty mad?
So, I get to school and don't see him because he moved on to the high school. Everything was great! Now, I know he dated practically every girl in the band, but this was different because he just didn't give up, but I'm getting ahead of myself.
Alright, so one day I found this small, little cylinder about the size of my middle finger. It was about as big as my middle finger as well, and was purple. It was a mini/to-go bottle of perfume. My favorite scent too. It was Japanese Cherry Blossom. Like, I have never told anyone it was my favorite scent, but still (I'm actually wearing it). I asked every single person in my house, and all my friends that had been to my house, and they had no idea where it came from.
Do you think it was from Polar Bear? I'm really starting to think so.
Anyways, back to school. Everything was great. Then one day I say him in the hall, and forgot all about the note. I said 'Hi' to him and high fived him on the way to the bus. He held my hand for a second to long, and as I walked away he called, 'I love you!' I called back he was crazy, then realized he meant.
I have been avoiding him at all costs, and every time he sees me he just breaks into this smile.
(This is the longest blog post I've written!)
That is my tale of woe, what do you all think? Did you laugh your head off? I hope so. And it isn't cute or sweet, it is seriously creepy. Until next time-
BYE!
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