6 years ago, to the day, I broke up with my high school sweetheart. Now, I like to refer to him as my high school redneck. KC's first thoughts after seeing me for the first time at the coffee shop where his brother worked--"what's that cute punk chick doing with that redneck?" I had my chelsea back then. He also thought I was only 16, and so it took him a few months to pursue anything. I was almost 19. He was very relieved when that was discovered.

It was, obviously, the day before Valentine's Day. It was also a Friday the 13th. Friday the 13th is my favourite Kevin Bacon film. Jason Voorhees is one of my favourite villains. I love how in Freddy vs. Jason, no one really won, but Jason was carrying all that was left of Freddy, which was his head. I love how Jason could always casually walk at the same speed, and eventually the crazed, panicked teenager he was chasing would fall or something and he'd catch up to them.

But, back to '98. I had been with Hick Boy for about a year and a half. I tried talking to him and ending it for 6 months, but he'd always cry and I'd give in. I always told him, and anyone I've been in a relationship with, that I'd NEVER cheat. I figured that if I was thinking about other people that much that I even considered cheating, then I certainly didn't love him as much as we thought. I promised him I'd break up with before cheating. I hate cheaters. Each "couple" is welcome to define their relationship as they choose. But if I am in a 2 person, monogamous relationship, then cheating is bad. A few male friends of mine have cheated on their girlfriends with me, but I was single then, and it was their choice. I didn't care if they were assholes, they were my friends and I was getting nookie.

I had had a crush on this guy named Greg for awhile. I was having a lot of fun flirting with Greg and receiving his flirtations back. Finally, I had to tell the redneck I wanted to see other people. I hadn't had many experiences...and I wanted his friend. We broke up at a V-Day party. He couldn't handle ending it, and he wanted me to be happy, so he suggested an open relationship, which we maintained for a week.

During that week, Darcy, who didn't know of our situation, invited us to a party at his place. That's when I actually met my suga-bear. Greg boy was at the party, but once I realized how easy it was to get him, I got bored. And KC seemed more interesting, and better looking.

Thing is, Hick Head needed to "talk about his problems." So he went on a walk with Greg. Told him our relationship was open and that I had the hots for him. Mr. Red was also a picker. That was one of the things that drove me crazy. It's cute and fun, sometimes, when cute and fun people pick on you. But when it's someone you've been with over a year, and he knows all your triggers, it gets annoying really fast.

So, the day after the party, Feb 21, he started bugging me about Greg. I said "Will you shut the fuck up? There were plenty of other fuckable guys at that party." "Oh yeah? Who? Who? Who?" "Well, Darcy's brother KC, for example."

I told him I couldn't be in an open relationship; it felt dirty to me. I had to either be with him or without him, and I didn't want to be with him. He decided he wanted to be my best friend and he wanted me to be happy, so he set me and KC up. Then, after seeing how happy I was with KC, he realized his heart was broken, and he's hated me ever since.

I don't hate him, but I certainly don't love him.