Wednesday, August 26, 2015 10:05 AM by Fallon Ramsey
I was 16 years old when I met my first boyfriend, Dylan. And he was 18 He was such a bad boy, he smoked and fought and I just loved the idea of being wanted by a guy. We spent time together outside of school, going out to eat and to the movies. I remember so many times that he'd flirt so naturally, like it was okay to say the things he did to girls while I was standing right beside him. We were in Wendy's when I walked out of the ladies restroom... I saw him lean over the counter and kiss the cashier girl. I was so shocked. I didn't say anything to him about it, because I was afraid to lose him. Looking back now he wasn't much to lose. There was also another time that I caught him cheating. This time it was verbal cheating, through text. He called a girl cute and sweet and nice. That's all I had to see to realize I can't go through that anymore. Most victims of cheating would cheat back, but that's a game I'd rather not play. I left him, and met another cheater. His name.. Ironically.. Was Dylan. He was a little older, almost 20. He told me that if I lived by his rules, he'd stay for life with me. I was 17 and figured he was telling the truth because of the way he carried himself. Confident. I fell just as hard as the last time, happy that someone wanted me again. He gave me rules like: "I won't text girls if you don't text guys. I won't go to parties If you don't go to parties. I won't add random girls on Facebook if you don't add random guys on Facebook." I abided by every single one of his rules, with no complaint. He'd often accuse me of talking to other guys through text, and going places I shouldn't have been, adding guys I didn't know on Facebook. I did none of those, and when I got so tired of being accused, I broke up with him. That's when he came clean. He told me about all of the girls that he texted and added on Facebook and the parties He attended and the girls that he had sex with. I didn't reply, I should have known. The crazy part of this.. Is that the two Dylan guys that I dated were best friends since childhood. Both named Dylan, both cheaters, and both best friends with each other. Scary what a small world we live in, right?