A lot of these posts are kind of making me feel like a bad person. But that's okay. It's probably just because I am :)
Many years ago when Vindi here had just started high school, there was a lot of pressure to have a boyfriend. Everyone had one. Hell, most kids had them in junior high and sometimes even elementary school. I had to get one for myself!
So, about a month into school I started hanging out with a group of nerdy, reject kids like myself and there was this guy there that seemed to really like me. He was tall and lanky and had glasses, so of course I was totally smitten with him--at first. We didn't really have much in common, but he thought I was cute and I thought he was cute, so he asked me to be his girlfriend and I gleefully said yes.
We would hang out at every lunch break and sometimes in-between classes. I never saw him outside of school, but I was really busy with extracurricular stuff. After "dating" him (I use the ironic quotation marks because we never actually went out on a date haha) for about a week I started to notice some weird stuff. We didn't have any classes together, he would take a lot of my jokes seriously and he talked about his mom a lot. Things just weren't adding up somehow.
He was always telling me how smart I was and how much he liked me. It was really sweet. One day he asked me for help on his homework because he said it was really hard. I told him to let me see it and then everything came together. He was a sophomore in high school and the first question on the paper was: "Solar energy comes from the: A.) Moon B.) Sun C.) Earth".
Apparently no one in our random group of friends knew it, but my new boytoy was in special ed. I didn't know what to say. All these things started going through my head. Things that I thought he was joking about were not jokes. "Oh you like my shirt? My mom picked it out for me." "I like cutting up my food real small so I won't choke on it!" "Do you like 7th Heaven? That's probably the best show ever!"
Fuck. I really had no idea what to do after that. I quietly helped him out with his homework and plastered a smile on my face the whole time. He was a really sweet guy, but it wasn't going to work out. I even tried it out for the rest of the week to see if I could overlook it, but it wasn't happening. I decided I wasn't going to tell anyone else what I knew, but I was going to end it. I ended up breaking it off on a Friday afternoon so that I wouldn't have to face him for at least a weekend. I felt really scared and sad because I had never had to break up with anyone before. So I kinda panicked and did something weird.
There was this girl who lived down the street from me who was really weird and religious and he reminded me a lot of her. So, to make myself not feel so guilty, my breakup speech went a little something like: "Hey, we need to talk. I'm really sorry, but I just don't think that this is going to work out between us. But... THIS is Michelle and I think you guys have a lot in common and would make a way better couple. Alright. Well, you crazy kids go have fun! I'll see ya around!" And I just darted off before either of them could say anything.
Oddly enough, it actually worked out! They ended up dating for like six months! So, yeah, maybe I'm a bad person for not being able to date someone who was mentally challenged, but I tried to atone for it! I still think it would have fallen apart eventually anyway, but what do I know? Apparently he wasn't the only one who was a little slow. Geez. Yeah. Going to Hell.