So, let's talk about yet another Andy! lol. Yes, that's right, I dated two Andy's in a row! Weird!
Andy was a great guy....I met him through my church's youth ministry group. When you are a "candidate" to get confirmed, you have to go on these retreats, which at the time I thought were pretty dumb. But then I got around to meeting the people that led them and I really loved it! I also loved that we had meditation time and most of the ice breakers and talks were relevant and fun! I became a leader myself after that year!
So anyway, I met all these new people, but Andy really left me with a good feeling. I don't really remember how it happened, but somehow we started talking and getting to know each other first through youth ministry. At the time (and I still don't think he knows this), I was going through a really awful depression. It was honestly one of the darkest stains of my past.....I was a freshman in high school and it was tough for me adjusting to the new schedule, balancing homework with sports, and my social life. In November, I had a total breakdown, because the Junior I liked, who flirted with me and acted as if he liked me too, completely started ignoring me once I told him how I felt. He avoided me at all costs. Also, my parents were constantly putting pressure on me with their high expectations that I felt I just couldn't meet. I was doing poorly in my math class, getting 65's on tests, which I had never done before, because I just wasn't getting anything....I was so unbelievably frustrated. My social life was also going down the tubes, because I felt as if no one cared about me.
Soon, I started to come home, go up to my room, listen to sad music, and fall asleep. Sleep was the only thing that brought me peace, a way of avoiding reality...when I was asleep, I didn't have to think about anything...it was like a drug. I felt so alone. I hated my life, I hated myself, I hated boys, I hated God, and I hated everything else. I didn't want to live...I just wanted to sleep my life away!
Then Andy came into my life...my real life Guardian Angel. He pulled me out of that depression with all his kindness and compassion (as did two of my dearest friends..don't worry, I didn't forget you). I'll never forget the day he took me home from one of our youth ministry meetings and I walked up to his car to find a rose on the passenger seat....the day he asked me out! It was so sweet, he was so sweet! He wrote me poems, he sent me cute letters and emails....
Andy was the first boyfriend I took home to meet my parents...well, really, my parents wanted to have him over for dinner and meet him, since he was two years older and was taking me out on dates and later, to my semi-formal dance.
Andy was like a fluffy pair of slippers....He was comforting...always there when you needed him, warm and soft. I wouldn't say he was a big guy, I would just say he was my teddy bear! Huggable, lovable, and fluffy! Thing about the slippers I have owned is that....I tend to give them away, thinking I don't need them anymore (especially because I'm in Florida) and then realizing one cold December night, when we are having a cold streak (YES...it gets cold in Florida...sometimes down to the 30's at night and I have NO HEAT!), that 'OH SHIT! Why did I ever get rid of those slippers?! My feet are so cold and they need a good pair of warm, fuzzy slippers!'
Well, just like I gave away my slippers....I gave away Andy. A stupid, immature move on my part....I broke up with this great and loving guy for a complete jerk! A jerk that I had a huge crush on when I was in 7th grade...a guy that had ignored me since 7th grade until that very moment...and I gave up one of the nicest guys I ever went out with for him! Bad move! I should have followed a saying my dad always uses: "A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush."
Andy and I stayed friends throughout high school and every once in a while, we'd go out on a date or two, but I don't think he ever truly trusted me again, which I can't blame him for. He dated other girls, some of whom I really disliked at the time. I dated other guys....
Once he went to college, Andy and I stopped talking for the most part....sometimes I see him in town when I go back home for the holidays and we're still friendly towards one another, but we are definitely not as close as we were in high school. Really...it's too bad, because just like me, he loves Marine Biology...he's the one that got me thinking about going to Eckerd for undergrad....and now I hear he's going for his PhD..God bless him, because I don't think I'll be going that far! LOL
Well, I can only hope my fluffy pair of slippers is doing well...I wish him only the best!
Funny Moments with Andy:
Andy went to both of my semi-formals with me (Freshman and Sophmore year). The second time we went to semi-formal, his parents were nice enough to drive us to Ocean Drive and take some really great pictures. After which, Andy and I headed to Chili's for dinner before the dance. I, knowing that I had a nice dress on which I didn't want to ruin, ordered a salad. Andy ordered the wings, which I told him may be a mistake since they were messy and he was dressed in a nice suit. Well, we are having a nice conversation when the food arrives and Andy goes to bite into a wing...and next thing you know, he has dropped it and it falls on his crotch and then proceeds to ricochet onto my dress! Just GREAT...My pretty Belle-like lavender dress with white trim is ruined! After dinner, we go back to Andy's house to try to get the stains out. Andy's mom (such a sweet woman) runs upstairs to get some kind of stain remover and then proceeds to tell me the story of how the same thing happened to her on her prom night and luckily her date was a stain remover salesman, so he had lots of bottles in the back of his car and she was able to get the stain out. Meanwhile, she is dabbing the bottom of my dress where the wing hit. Miraculously, the red stain comes out. Now this is the funny part.....Andy's mom turns to his Dad and says, can you blow her dry...so here I am, holding my dress up, feeling like Marilyn Monroe, as his dad is blow drying the wet spot on the white part of my dress. At the same time, Andy's mom is dabbing the wing stain near Andy's crotch....and you can just see Andy's face turning more and more red as this is going on and he's trying to tell his mom "I can do it Mom! I can do it!" Andy's dad also tried to blow dry his crotch, which just made Andy's face fire engine truck red! I still can't help giggling when I think about this. At least both of us left without any stains! LOL
Oh, also, apparently this night, when I was finishing up getting ready and Andy was waiting for me downstairs in my house (prior to the Ocean Drive pictures and wing fiasco), my grandfather grilled the shit out of him. Asking him where we were going and what he was planning on doing.....which is kind of entertaining to me (scary to Andy), because my grandfather was such a nice person, that I could never see him giving Andy the third degree!
Well, I guess that's all for my Fluffy Slippers!
Until next time,
Reaching for Reefs
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