Did I finish writing this yet? Apparently not, I was reminded earlier. Let me post a quick something to catch up with where I should be. Where I should be is done as I'm writing about limited years as many things I don't care to discuss with anyone, at the very least, the general public.

Shannon and I grew ridiculously close. She started introducing me to her friends, in particular, drummers as that was what I needed at the time. Through her I met George. George was my first boyfriend. He was moderately attractive and for an awkward, heavy set teenager, that's all that mattered. He was funny and loved Metallica. I think the loving Metallica was prerequisite to anything else.

He took me to my schools homecoming dance. I wasn't allowed to date, at least not by my great grandfather's house rules. My mom, however, was tons more willing to help me land a boyfriend. He was cute, charming and sweet. I was awkward, rigid and terrified. He kissed me, I shuddered. I was so lost in the moment the minutes flew by and like an idiot teenager I fell in love.