I don't know what it is about relationships and me. I've had two boyfriends so far and both relationships were not exactly perfect slices of heaven, if you know what I mean.
Jeric* was a nice and cute guy from the same neighborhood I lived in. He was my first boyfriend. To make a long story short, he'd flatter me nearly to death, and I fell for it. You see, practically no one paid any attention to me before he did. Not the popular kids in school. Not the boys in the parties or any gathering for that matter.
That really bothered me. I'm no Plain Jane, mind you. Modesty aside, I believe I don't look so bad myself. (In fact, I'd be happy to have my picture taken for Candy if my story weren't so painfully embarrassing.) But the truth of the matter was, I thought I wasn't interesting enough for the people who were interesting to me. Until Jeric came to his senses, that is.