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As the summer goes into full swing I feel the need to talk about summer love. It can be a wonderful thing but girls (and I suppose boys) need to understand that when the season ends, usually the relationship goes with it. Life isn’t High School Musical. In real life Troy and Gabriella don’t get back together in time to make beautiful music on the side of a rock formation (ior for that matter make endless sequels.)

I give you know, my first boyfriend, a cautionary tale that’s waited 4 years to be told.

            Having survived our freshman year of High school, my best friend and I decided to share the first job experience. We became counselor in training at a local camp. At the time it seemed like a good idea but by the end we both regretted it. The staff was catty and we were the outsiders, the tention got so bad my BFF took two weeks off to go camping with her father.  She went through some depressing time and battled away an eating disorder.  There was a time we’d thought she’d need a psychologist but it never got to that.

            One bright spot of the summer was my first boyfriend lets call him Christian. Christian and I met on the first day and decided we would date soon after. Christian was wonderful, your typical tall (over 6 foot), dark (European looking), and handsome type and we shared most of the same interests. He was a soon to be senior and a lifeguard, who loved every child as if it was his own.

The only problem with him was his mama’s boy complex. Christian’s mother wanted him to become a priest and felt like our dating was corrupting him. This is kind of laughable in retrospect because the only thing we ever did was kiss because I was only 14 and he was going to be a priest. Non-the less his mother didn’t approve of “the hussy” and when Camp ended so did we.

We vowed to stay friends, which of course never happened. I refused to cry in front of him, choosing instead to play the CD of “With Arms Wide Open,” by Creed that he used to sing to me, over and over, and sobbing helplessly. To this day, while I am over him, I can’t here that song without thinking of him sitting by the pool singing and mocking it’s video. He is now on the road to becoming a priest, he still asks for me whenever he sees my mother or one of my friends.

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