Mullet Boy was my first boyfriend in high school. In his defense, I couldn’t swear it was an actual mullet, he was probably going more for long hair– but looking back it was sure close enough to make me question my taste in boys.
MB was a nice boy. It all started when I asked him to homecoming. I’m not sure why I did really, with the hair issue and all, but somehow asking for a date to the dance turned into a relationship. The next thing I knew he was my boyfriend, and we were wearing each other’s rings. And I wasn’t quite sure I was comfortable with that. In fact, it kind of made me queasy. I never had any warm and fuzzy feelings for him, at all. Even now, I remember sitting in the movie theater watching Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves when this then very popular love song came on:
All I kept thinking was “please don’t kiss me!” And it got worse. He wanted to hold my hand and walk me to my classes all day long. Yuck! I remember telling one of girls in my photography class how I hated all of that mushy stuff. Since she’d been dating her boyfriend for a couple years, I figured she knew better than me and spilled my guts. And when she said, “If you liked him, you’d like all of that stuff”– I had my answer.
Of course I didn’t just break up with him before the dance like I should have. I went, ignored him and sold sodas for a class fundraiser instead of dancing with him. A day later we had a “the talk”, and the following week in school I got my ring back. But I think I learned a life valuable lesson from Mullet Boy, well make that two. First, don’t date anyone with bad hair. Second, and more importantly, if you have to try and make yourself like someone, you don’t. It’s time to run, not walk, in the other direction.
Stylishly yours,
Miss Attitude
Tags: attitude, dating, meet the exes, Meet the Exes Monday, miss attitude
I grew up in northern Utah. I dated my share of mullet sporting boys wearing their Z Cavaricci jeans. I know all too well what you mean….
XOXOXO
I’m sorry we can’t be friends anymore you dated a mullet boy
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Amen!
I didn’t really date much in high school…thank god. The selection in my school wasn’t all that great…lol
xoxo
I went to an all male boarding high school, nobody, and I mean nobody walked me to class holding hands
Oh no. Not mullet!!!!!
At Catholic school, mullets weren’t an issue. No guy could have hair near his collar. However, a good friend of mine in HS(a girl) did sport what could easily be classified as a mullet–bleached white-blonde.
OMG! Mullets and Z Cavaricci!! What a TRIP. I loved this MTE.
xo
Oh.ALL-TIME Favorite song ever.
I never had a boyfriend in high school. I’m not much for dating at all unless I’m totally diggin’ the dude.
However, that isn’t to say I don’t make awful choices. I get swept up in all the other mushy shiznit and fail to see red flags. I’m smarter now(ie, Cute Tushy Asshat Running Man.) Yet, I get thrown off course with a bald, great smoocher (ie Alton.)
Oh! NKOTB video is ranked 35 on VH1 vids of the year. they’re all asking me if i’m single!! ::blush::