Clarification

I feel the need to explain my rationale behind "breaking up" with David in 8th grade. David says that I called him up and said: "my mom won't let me date you anymore." That is the lamest thing ever! If that's really how it went down, then I am so embarrassed. I imagine that it went more like this, but maybe I am giving myself too much credit:


"David, I have committed that I won't date before I am sixteen, so I can't date you. My mom thinks that talking on the phone all the time and wanting to go places is pretty much dating, so I guess I shouldn't do those things any more."


While my mom is really involved in my life, she isn't as controlling as sometimes she's made out to be. After all, she is David's biggest fan. AND it was my choice not to date before I was 16...and I didn't. 


I just wish David had called me when we were both 16. Silly boy.


Also, I believe the little clay thing was called a "cootie." I went on vacation to California and there was a street artist on the beach in Carlsbad or Oceanside selling these little clay figurines. The whole time I was on vacation my mom and I were looking for something to get David and when we saw these ugly/cute little things we thought they were perfect.