What she Wore: white, short-sleeve tee; teal blue capri pants, wedge sandals–green straps, psychedelic swirl print on the wedge in blue, teal, white, and green. The shoes were a big hit.
If you read the title to this blog I bet you already think you‘ve got it figured out–but maybe you don’t.
I am not cursed by my ex-boyfriends–they are cursed by me. I don’t know how this happens, maybe I have a really active guardian angel or something, but boys who break my heart inevitably have to pay.
My eighth grade boyfriend broke up with me (he thought he could get someone who would "give it up")–two years later I saw him wearing make-up and a dress (not a very cute dress, either and that girl never wanted to give it up to him–she told me so).
My ninth grade boyfriend broke up with me (his friend told him he’d have more fun if he was single)–a few weeks later he fell into a coma (the friend was wrong–comas are never fun).
I dumped my tenth grade boyfriend and he’s doing just fine.
My eleventh grade boyfriend dumped me–two weeks later he was in a near-fatal car crash and was hospitalized for weeks.
Since then, no one else has broken up with me. I told the Hub that if he ever leaves me, he’ll probably die.
Pretty freaky, eh?