Then I met Ken , he chased me…… flirted and made me feel like a real woman should feel like – here is me having never slept with anyone else eve... ( other than my now ex) and no self confidence and very little self esteem and this man was chasing me. Me with the flabby thighs, big bouncing boobs, stretch marks, even my lard arse as the ex used to remind me. I was so nervous, I had never thrown caution to the wind like I had done this way – I was way out of my comfort zone. I nearly backed out. The kind I am not allowed to answer. *** I am beyond exhausted. I get by only sharing the bare minimum with the officers. The location I was snatched. That everyone in the place I was kept used a fake name. That I only saw the outside for the first time today. I told them that I traveled a great distance by plane, but have no idea where I was being kept for the entire year. My mother sobbed quietly while I spoke to the officers, who could only tell me how lucky I am to be alive. I see a look on. In high school, I was totally crazy about her, and I reminded her of this fact in one of my messages. In one of her emails, she told me that, when asked by some of our classmates at the reunion what her #1 favorite memory from high school was, she said making out with me in my Chevy convertible! But, as with all adolescent relationships, this one came to an end. However, I can't escape the thought that the certain something that we shared way back then has been rekindled, in each of us, and so. You're not ready forgirls, you just admitted that. It's clear that you two are friends butyou're also more than friends. You're only 11, you're not ready for agirlfriend yet and she's not ready for a boyfriend. But that doesn'tmean that you can't be close to her as a friend, just because you'reclose with someone of the opposite sex doesn't mean you can't be closefriends. You two share a bond, it might not be love but it's still astrong friendship. They'll understand in a few years, but I don't.