B Mine Legends - Take 3: B-stings

Wow, this adventura is morphing every day!

Thanks for coming along on our journey of LOVE.

How it began?

Well, I was dating and frivolously hanging around with quite a few different men and boys, not appropriately I might add. I was rebellious, chaotic, and having the time of my life. I had freedom, I made up my own mind, I tried not to hurt anyone but somewhere inside I was aching for something that nothing I did was fulfilling.

My foster sister and I went to school, it was a great idea of hers; I just went along with it. I went into Office Systems, she Dental Assistant. One of her instructors became a good friend of ours. When school ended we began to hang out; movies, lunch, girl stuff.

One day our friend invited us up to her parents home, when we got there she introduced us to her brother; AWWWWW, my heart skipped a beat:
The Boy Next Door.
He was so handsome and boyish. He quickly said hello and ran off to move his yellow Mustang.

About a week later he called, I answered the phone,

he asked: Is Jen there?

[WHAT!!! My sister, yes, he asked my sister out.]
My first B-sting... OUCH!

Well, the night that he came to pick her up she said,

"You can't be cute when he gets here."

I said, "Don't worry; He's a snob and a nerd, I don't want to be pretty."

SOOO I put my head in a wrap and cleaned the house until he showed up. I said to them both,
"Be home on time, be safe." And off they went.

When they left he asked my sister, "Was that your mom?" 2nd B-STING!

They dated for about 3 months. Every time they went out he was so specific with her. I would make fun of him.
He would call and his conversations would go like so:

Hello, I have a reservation at 6:30, it is approximately 17 minutes from your home so I will pick you up at 6:13. The movie begins at 8:10, we should arrive at the theatre by 7:57. I will have you returned home by 5 to 10. BORING!!!

I mean who calculates life to such a specification.

Well, my sister and I still had girls night with our friend, his sister, while she was dating him. Sometimes he would come along. I come to a point where I really like his company. He is a nice kid. But, being my sisters MOM, I always acted so uninterested in anything about him.

He pointed out that I fell asleep during movies, and SNORED, B-sting. He spoiled my sister, of course, B-sting.
He treated her with respect, B-sting.

Everything he did was so perfect, kind, thoughtful.

BUT, my sister wasn't that into him, B-STING.

Are you KIDDING?

Well, she got engaged to another boy she was dating.

Suddenly he was available to date. Did I want to? NO, WHY WOULD I!!!

I mean he picked her because he thought she was cuter.

B-sting.

He picked her because I was too big of a flirt.

B-sting.

When he picked her up he thought I was her MOTHER.

HELLO. B-sting.

Well, as the world turned, so did the chance for us.

He called. He called and I was SOOOO OVER him.

I, like Charlie Brown and the girl with the red hair; I WAS OVER HIM SO THAT HE COULDN'T EVER BE OVER ME!!!

My red-headed Mr. B called me. He called and asked for me.

My sister said, "Yes, she's here." While I am dancing in the background saying TELL HIM I AM NOT HOME.

She then says, "Yes, she is available tonight."

I could have killed her.

I get on the phone and he says, "The symphony begins at 7pm, it takes approximately 15 minutes to park, walk and be in our seats. I would like to pick you up at 6:15. We could get ice cream afterwards and I will have you home by 10pm."

Are you kidding me??? I don't even go out until 10 pm. HOME BY TEN.

BORING!!!! The symphony....BORING.

This is going to kill me.

"Do I have to dress up?" Is all I say.

"Yes. That would be appropriate." He replys

Of course it would.

At this point I am clenching my teeth and fists at my sister.

I have a date with a nerd! B-sting!!!

Finally, after he picks me up he tells me he is so glad that I could go. He has to go to the symphony for a class he is taking, and write a paper on it. He asked every girl he knew, and even his boss if he could take his daughter. NO ONE ELSE WAS AVAILABLE.

I was the bottom of the barrel, his LAST thought. B-STING!!!!
And, after a few heated conversations while driving, controversial at best, a symphony that I tried not to snore through, a cone of ice cream and NOT EVEN A KISS GOODNIGHT, I shut the door and realize: Hmmm, I might want to marry him; he might be my boy next door.