I Hate Mondays
I was really young, like fourth grade, and I thought I was in love with this girl. I had just moved to a new state and didn’t know very many people and thought I was in love with my neighbor. We were in the same grade and we had the same teacher and she was in LOVE with Garfield.
So I saved up all my lunch money for a week and I went to the book sale (remember those things in school? Best week EVER.) and bought several Garfield books and some gel pens for good measure. The next day, I walk to the bus stop and pull her aside.
I say, “Will you be my girlfriend?” “N-No!” she stammered. “Wait, before you answer,” I slowly unzip my backpack. I start furtively handing her garfield books. At this point, several of our friends had walked over to watch the spectacle. “I don’t..” “Wait, there’s more,” start making it rain gel pens up in this witch.
Eventually she explained she didn’t want to date me. I ended up reading the Garfield books, realizing he’s a funny cat, and enjoying life. Apparently love in fourth grade doesn’t last a lifetime. Still have friends who bring up the story though. Story credit: Reddit / Gladiatormouse