Blake
I let the wrong things get in my head.
In other words, I completely f****d the whole thing up because I was sixteen, and I had nominal experience being a boyfriend or even a quickie hookup. And I was scared shitless after getting yelled at. I’ll never forget the words ringing in my ear, “Leave her alone, and let her real friends take care of her.” I didn’t have to hear it twice.
I was ill-equipped mentally and emotionally to understand what to do next, so I beat a hasty retreat so I could think. That turned out to be a terrible idea. Thinking had a tendency to consume me, and back then, it was a black hole.
Instead of having confidence in what I thought Rebecca felt for me, I got paranoid and worried.
Talk about socially incompatible. What if I’m just a convenient stand-in for s
