Author: whinybutt





I'm standing with a bunch of people in the school's music building. The only two I recognize is a really hot trumpet player, and my very first ex-boyfriend. There's about eight other people standing in addition to us, eleven total. We're discussing J.S. Bach.

Really Hot Trumpet Guy has this girl hanging on him, and it's kind of agitating me. After all, how am I supposed to talk to RHTG with this girl hanging all over him? I'm assuming RHTG gets tired of her because he leaves, and the girl begins to hang all over my very first ex-boyfriend. What is with her?

Soon, the group disbands, and my very first ex-boyfriend grabs my arm and hauls me down the hall. He is holding a scrap of paper, demands that I dictate my phone number which he writes down, in addition to a message on the paper. He won't let me see what he wrote. "Don't worry Kim," he says "I've got it under control."

My very first ex-boyfriend and I find a phone book, where he looks up RHTG's name and gets his address, writes it on the envelope and sends it off.

We go back into the music building, and all of a sudden I'm holding a box of Preferred Stock cologne. I don't know where it came from, or why I was holding it, but the whole time I'm just staring at it like it's a foreign object to me. And then I wake up....