Okay, picture it. 1992. It was my sixteen birthday. I had invited several of my closest high school friends to a night out to celebrate; my best friend at the time, a couple of friends who were dating, and the girl with whom I was absolutely in love. She knew I liked her, and had ever since sixth grade. I was thrilled that she'd decided to come. We all ate dinner at Applebee's or somewhere like it and then went to see the new big Disney movie, Alladin.
During the movie, while my crush was sitting next to me, she and my best friend began making out. Naturally, I was destroyed. I couldn't finish the movie. I left the theater and waited outside until it was finished. The whole way home she kept asking me, "What's wrong?" For the next couple of years, I couldn't hear A Whole New World without getting physically ill. I still have no idea what happened at the end of Alladin. I assume a happy ending.
Heartbreak on my sixteen birthday. That's my most painful memory involving the opposite sex.
During the movie, while my crush was sitting next to me, she and my best friend began making out. Naturally, I was destroyed. I couldn't finish the movie. I left the theater and waited outside until it was finished. The whole way home she kept asking me, "What's wrong?" For the next couple of years, I couldn't hear A Whole New World without getting physically ill. I still have no idea what happened at the end of Alladin. I assume a happy ending.
Heartbreak on my sixteen birthday. That's my most painful memory involving the opposite sex.