we've only just begun...
Today is our 4 year anniversary. So I thought I might celebrate by telling you our story...it would also help me decide on what the fuck this relationship is all about becuase I am extremely confused at the moment as to what I want and what other people want for us.
I have known Damo since I was 6. I don't really remember much of him except when my mum gave birth to my little sister O, Damo and a few of his friends said that my mum would stop loving me. Arseholes. It just so happened that a couple of weeks later, my mum only packed me a banana for lunch. Not just any banana, a lady finger. So yes, my mum's love levels for me were on the slow decent. Not to worry though - My teacher - Mrs. R gave me $2 for lunch (yes, that would buy me a pie, a strawberry milk, a bunch of apricot balls and a frozen orange slice).
I did not hear much else from Damo until grade 3, when he threatened to stab a teacher with a freshly sharpened pencil. She cried and he got sent to the principal's office. In grade 4, I got my 1st boyfriend - Colin. He asked me out on school camp. I said yes and we kissed near the drink tap. Three weeks later, we broke up, split the assets and he went on with his little life. But I was heartbroken and wanted him to be jealous. Damo asked me out. That day, there was a BIG storm and a lightning bolt struck a big old tree near the play gym. Damo did not comfort me in any way so I dumped his arse there and then.
Damo and I became trmendous friends in grade 7. We were both high achievers and attentive students. So we were seated together at the back of the class near the computer (easy access to "Where on earth is Carmen SanDiego?" cause we finished work early). I told him everything and he told me everything. He was my best friend in class...until one day, he dobbed Jess S and I in for writing notes in class. These notes were about other people in class - yes, I was a bitchy little fuck. We had to read them out loud to the pricipal. It was highly embarrassing but becuase Jess and I were the top students, we were let off with a warning. That was the day my friendship ended with Damo.
A few years on... about 4 and a half years to be exact...my brother started to come home saying "Damo says Hi", "Damo wants to know if you're doing anything this weekend", "Damo wants your number but I won't give it to him if you don't him to have it". Who the fuck is Damo?!?!?! Turns out, we had been getting the same time train but on a different platform on the same station everyday for the past year and he had seen me.
A few weeks went by and one morning, Craig, a good friend of mine all the way back from Kindy hit the crap out of my arm. So that afternoon, I planned to kick him hard...squre in the arsehole. The afternoon came and I kicked Craig, narrowly missing his arsehole, getting the middle of his right cheek. Craig yells out "YOU FUCKING BITCH FACE! I'M TELLING YOUR MUM!" Then this guy goes "Hey! Tina - Can I ask you a favour?" I'm thingking, "Who is this guy? He's kinda cute." I say "Yeah?" Then he proceeds to talk and talk and talk and then finally asks me to his formal. I'm thinking "Oh this poor guy has no one else to take so I'll go with him" and I say "Yeah. Sure. Call me later." It finally hits me, half way through the bus ride home that this guy is Damien. Damo R from school! The boy who put roaches down the back of my dress...The one who teased me about my sock tan and the one who got suspended for selling soft porn to the other kids! Wow. He's grown up.
I have known Damo since I was 6. I don't really remember much of him except when my mum gave birth to my little sister O, Damo and a few of his friends said that my mum would stop loving me. Arseholes. It just so happened that a couple of weeks later, my mum only packed me a banana for lunch. Not just any banana, a lady finger. So yes, my mum's love levels for me were on the slow decent. Not to worry though - My teacher - Mrs. R gave me $2 for lunch (yes, that would buy me a pie, a strawberry milk, a bunch of apricot balls and a frozen orange slice).
I did not hear much else from Damo until grade 3, when he threatened to stab a teacher with a freshly sharpened pencil. She cried and he got sent to the principal's office. In grade 4, I got my 1st boyfriend - Colin. He asked me out on school camp. I said yes and we kissed near the drink tap. Three weeks later, we broke up, split the assets and he went on with his little life. But I was heartbroken and wanted him to be jealous. Damo asked me out. That day, there was a BIG storm and a lightning bolt struck a big old tree near the play gym. Damo did not comfort me in any way so I dumped his arse there and then.
Damo and I became trmendous friends in grade 7. We were both high achievers and attentive students. So we were seated together at the back of the class near the computer (easy access to "Where on earth is Carmen SanDiego?" cause we finished work early). I told him everything and he told me everything. He was my best friend in class...until one day, he dobbed Jess S and I in for writing notes in class. These notes were about other people in class - yes, I was a bitchy little fuck. We had to read them out loud to the pricipal. It was highly embarrassing but becuase Jess and I were the top students, we were let off with a warning. That was the day my friendship ended with Damo.
A few years on... about 4 and a half years to be exact...my brother started to come home saying "Damo says Hi", "Damo wants to know if you're doing anything this weekend", "Damo wants your number but I won't give it to him if you don't him to have it". Who the fuck is Damo?!?!?! Turns out, we had been getting the same time train but on a different platform on the same station everyday for the past year and he had seen me.
A few weeks went by and one morning, Craig, a good friend of mine all the way back from Kindy hit the crap out of my arm. So that afternoon, I planned to kick him hard...squre in the arsehole. The afternoon came and I kicked Craig, narrowly missing his arsehole, getting the middle of his right cheek. Craig yells out "YOU FUCKING BITCH FACE! I'M TELLING YOUR MUM!" Then this guy goes "Hey! Tina - Can I ask you a favour?" I'm thingking, "Who is this guy? He's kinda cute." I say "Yeah?" Then he proceeds to talk and talk and talk and then finally asks me to his formal. I'm thinking "Oh this poor guy has no one else to take so I'll go with him" and I say "Yeah. Sure. Call me later." It finally hits me, half way through the bus ride home that this guy is Damien. Damo R from school! The boy who put roaches down the back of my dress...The one who teased me about my sock tan and the one who got suspended for selling soft porn to the other kids! Wow. He's grown up.
posted by one word letters at 9:29 AM
3 Comments:
That is THE best story. Ever.
I love you and Damo. You so much more, but that's only because you know terrible things about me.
It's your life, Tina. Bugger what everyone else wants for you. Except me, because all I want for you is a Sybian.
<3
I can forgive the porn dealing, and even the cockroach putting, but dobbing in your best mate??? Poor form Damo, poor form...
A kick in the arsehole should square things up.
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