Happy Hour: Broken Hearts and Broken Teeth

I literally just spent an hour and a half social media stalking people I knew from middle school, I then realized today is Thursday! So, hello! I hope everyone's week is fine because mine certainly is not. I am just tired and dying (of exhaustion) 24/7, also I have probably gotten a total of 9 hours since Saturday; shout out to my main bitch, Insomnia. We have best friends since the beginning of 2018.

But it's okay, I may die of a heart attack this year and I am only 18. It's okay. Because I will actually be able to sleep, in peace.

Anywho, I am totally joking (I think). I am doing this week's happy hour story on my most least favorite memory of Valentines Day. I wanted to say real quickly, may those who have lost their lives in the Florida shooting rest in peace. Our hearts go out to you...

This story takes place with socially and physically awkward 12 year old me. Braces, tall, slender, bad layered short hair, boobs too big for a 12 yr. old, just a try hard, with no friends, except my three main gals who all hated each other. So I had to spend separate times with them.

There was a Valentines day sweet heart dance, I decided to ask my crush at the time, Daniel, to attend the dance with me. He was a rather dorky yet cute hockey player in my 12 year old eyes. He was my first kiss, which is another great story for later. I was a figure skater, but hockey player at heart. All of my friends were hockey players. Ah, good times...anyway, I texted Daniel to attend the dance with me, he agreed.

HE. BAILED. ON. MY. INSECURE. 12. YEAR. OLD. ASS.

He texted me the day of that he got grounded. I was upset, but I went with my friends, and we went in as bad bitches, wearing black jeans, leather jackets, and an edgy blouse. All of those middle school girls in our classes judged us greatly; but I had fun and I got a cringey picture of myself and a great story to tell.

Daniel apologized and said he would make it up to me. I agreed, we went skating the following week, my friend came with me. Daniel and I skated for a bit, held hands, got teased by our mutual hockey friends, and then he saw my friend that I brought with me.

HE LIKED MY FRIEND MORE THAN ME.

She told him so many times that she was a lesbian, but boy don't care. He kept asking to grab her boobs?? Anyway, I was upset, so I talked to my friend Nick because clearly why would I waste my time with someone who clearly didn't want to spend time with me?

Exactly, why? So, Daniel tried getting my attention again by acting like a child. It was way ridiculous. I ignored him, but made it clear that I wouldn't continue in our "relationship" in the way it was going. Although, he did not take that well.

He sped down the ice to leave the rink AND HE RAN INTO THE WALL. HE ATE SH!T.

He legit skated into the glass.

At first I thought he was messing around, and then I saw blood. I skated quickly to see if he was okay; he lost not one, but three teeth!!!!!

THREE

FREAKING

TEETH!!!

You had to see his three teeth on the ledge and his blood to believe it.

That is it for this week's happy hour story! SO, keep your feet on the ground and your teeth in your mouth. I will see you all next week!