Through My Lens

                   It was as we were driving home from Walmart, I checked snapchat and I saw that he had “dropped” a song on sound cloud. My roommates and I listened to it. Our jaws dropped. That is when I thought to myself, “Maddy, you screwed up”.

                  Two weeks prior, my roommates and I decided to go to Kiwi Loco. Little did I know, that would be the worst mistake that I ever made. We sat with our ice cream and discussed the usual gossip. “Well this boy still hasn’t noticed me”, “did you hear about what happened to the guys the other night” and “can you believe that he went on a date with her! We are basically exclusive”.

                  5 minutes later, five boys piled in. They had the same idea that we had. Just some friends all getting out of the apartment. There was one that I vividly remember seeing. He had a massive, let’s call it a “beauty mark” on the left side of his neck, that he tried to cover up with his big camo bomber jacket. He had “frosty tips” that made his hair look greasy and a pair of he wishes were “Gucci Loafers”. He was accompanied by four other guys, who seemed to think they had it all and were the full packages. They asked to sit with us, so out of the kindness of our hearts, we let them.

 They were surrounding us. We created small talk, just like any other conversation when you first meet. They were all from Idaho, that should have been the first red flag, and DJs that were throwing a big party that weekend. They seemed like some cool guys, so we got all of their snapchats and went on with our day. As we were walking home, all of us got snapchats from them. We didn’t remember who was who, but we just went with it, another dumb mistake made by us. They were complementing us. Telling us that we were pretty and that they wanted to get to know us. Any girl that is shown that attention will most likely take it. Who doesn’t like being called pretty?

I continued to snapchat one of them. Let’s call him by his “rapper name”, I’m sure he would like that, (good advertising) “Two Ton Rap Gang”. I liked the attention he gave me. He told me that he wanted to hang out with me at the party. Hey, I might as well, that meant a free pass backstage. The party was fine, he was pretty clingy for someone that I just met. He wanted to come over to hang out after the party. Another mistake. As he was leaving, we were walking to the door, he hugged me goodbye, and the WORST thing that could’ve happened, happened. He kissed me. An uncomfortable, awkward and meaningless kiss.

I left him on open on snapchat later that night, but I guess that was not stopping him from what he wanted. He asked me on a date that weekend to go to a Haunted House. I felt bad, so I said yes. Man, listening to this back, I really dug myself into this hole. I dragged my roommates with me, so it could be a group date, and I still owe them to this day. On the date, one of my guy friends from home texted me with a situation that he needed help with. It required my attention right there, so I was texting him. Two Ton did not like this. My attention wasn’t 100% on him. I asked him to take us home, because I was tired and I needed to help with this situation.

The next day he snapchatted me, again. At this point, I’m annoyed at how clingy he is.  He said he really liked me. Oh man. What do I do? I don’t want to tell him I have feelings when I really don’t, but at the same time he’s a nice guy who I don’t want to hurt. I decided that I couldn’t lead him on. I said, “I think you’re a great guy, but I’m just not that interested. You deserve someone great!”. I’m sure all of us have either heard or said that several times before. Now here is where it gets bad. About two hours later, he put on his story he was writing a song. I didn’t think anything of it. I didn’t care enough either. However, a week later it dropped. I heard the line, “BEEP you BEEP, I’ll never take your BEEP back”. Oh. Then I heard “maybe next time you won’t act like a hoe”, “you ruined my life”, “out of all my mistakes, you were the worst”, and “you stole my heart and broke it in half”. 

Can we all please remember that this series of events was over a span of four days. I managed break a poor guy’s heart and ruin his life.  My roommates and I listen to “Better Off” when we need a good laugh. Moral of the story, do not let a “DJ”, “Rapper”, and “beauty marked” guy come talk to you at Kiwi Loco.