Souvenir?

Summer after I completed 10th grade, my mom and I were planning on moving back to Reno where I grew up.

Side-post: I grew up in Reno. This is why I'm single. /side-post

I went on myspace to see if I could find some friends to hang out with while I visited for a week or so with my mom and so I'd know some people when we moved. I was talking to this guy named Tony for a few nights and he actually wanted to hang out. I was ecstatic. He was cute. Let's just say I had a little problem with shyness. He and his friend were going to have band practice and although the focus clearly wouldn't have been on me, I insisted on stationing myself in his closet. When I got there, though, I was sad to see that there was no way in hell I could get in there without breaking god knows whatever was in there, if at all. So, I planted myself in the loveseat-chair-thing. I got incredibly nervous because his friend kept asking me questions and I pulled my hood over my head to feel more secure, kept my hands over my mouth whenever I laughed at anything, chewed on my sleeve, and freaked out when he wanted to hug me. Tony threw a stuffed walrus at me for me to cuddle and I hugged it for a while.

When I got home and unpacked, I saw a little piece of fuzz from the stuffed walrus. I picked it off and taped it to my computer monitor. Although I stopped using that monitor and got a laptop, the fuzz was still taped to it when we moved in February of this year.

This is why I'm single.