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By KatNBoots138

It’s 1999

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I’m a senior in high school and have just recently gotten out of my very first long-term relationship, which lasted two years. That was followed by a short high school fling of about two months — unfortunately, with a friend of my long-term ex-boyfriend.

Then came another couple-month-long relationship with a younger guy, who was also in our punk rock group. I’m definitely not promiscuous, but I’m no longer inexperienced. At this time, I wasn’t exactly looking to date anyone, but I wasn’t completely closed off to the idea either.

I started hanging out — as friends — with these two skater guys from school. I was currently avoiding the punk rock scene because of the last few relationships. One of the skater guys started to flirt with me, and I had known him for a few years. He was cute and funny, so sure, why not flirt back?

He actually had a job at Disney, as Tigger, since we only lived about 45 minutes northwest of Orlando. So, he was busy a lot, and we didn’t get to hang out too often. This time, though, we were hanging out alone. Our other friend wasn’t there, and my family wasn’t home.

I wasn’t allowed to have boys over when no one was there — let alone inside my bedroom. But, like I said, we were starting to like each other… or so I thought. Things got pushed to an uncomfortable physical level pretty quickly, and I continuously protested the speed.

“No. No. No. No.”

But my desire to not go further was not heard. K.S. — the guy’s initials — pushed our make-out session past the point of comfort. Even though I was being held in place, I was physically above him. I was very confused by the entire event.

I typically had very low self-esteem back then (which I’ve since healed), but with all variables, I just kind of started to date him after all of that. Similar situations happened with him during our very, very short-lived relationship.

For years afterward, though, the sight or mention of the character Tigger really messed me up.