Ellie beat me by a year in the first kiss department. I was seventeen years old, his name was Paul, and it was our third date. I won’t spill the beans on how Ellie’s first kiss went, but mine was short and sweet. Nothing spectacular, but not bad either. Mostly, it was nice to get it out of the way so I didn’t have to be nervous about being kissed anymore.
I did beat Ellie with my first job, though, and where Ellie went the retail route, I entered the wonderful world of foodservice. When I was fifteen I got my first job bussing tables at a Bob Evans restaurant. It wasn’t bad, but then I got sexually harassed by a creepy thirty-year-old fry cook, and quit because I was freaked out. After that I got a new job at a children’s indoor play park where I hosted birthday parties. I was so much better suited for this. Huge tips and lots of cake? Best. Job. Ever.
My first car was nowhere near as cool as Ellie’s. I rocked the mini-van, and I rocked it proudly. My mother got a shiny new truck when I graduated high school and offered my older sister her old Ford minivan. My sister was horrified at the thought of driving it, so I jumped all over that. Hello? Free car! I took that van to college and suddenly I was the coolest person around because not only was I one of the few students with a car, but I could carry a bunch of people. Fun times. I still rock a minivan to this day, but I’ve traded in the hot college guys for four crazy children. It’s a whole different kind of fun times.
The first boyfriend question is a hard one for me because I’ve sort of never had one. I dated a bit in high school and college, but was way too ADD to stick to any one person. Like Ellie, serious relationships were so not my thing. At least not until I met Josh. But then I went straight from never dating anyone more than a couple times to being a fiancée. My husband popped the question after dating me for two weeks. When he probably should have been asking me to be his girlfriend, instead he asked me to be his wife. We were married two and a half months later. Crazy? Perhaps. But it worked for us. We’ll celebrate 11 years this September.
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About Serial Hottie
Published July 10, 2012 by Bluefields
Ellie’s sweet sixteen is a summer of firsts. First car. First kiss. First boyfriend. First serial-killing stalker?
Hockey-obsessed tomboy Eleanor Westley has never been the object of a guy’s affection before. So when the hottest boy she’s ever seen moves in across the street and starts treating her like she’s the center of his universe, naturally she’s going to be a little skeptical. But everything starts to make sense when girls who look just like Ellie start dying all around the city. Obviously the new guy is the killer, and of course he only likes her because he wants to slice her into tiny pieces. Right?
The more Ellie gets to know Seth the more she’s convinced he’s a psychopathic killer. The problem is he’s the sweetest psychopathic killer she’s ever met. Not to mention he’s brutally hot. No matter how hard she tries, she can’t help but fall for him. Will Ellie find true love, or will her summer of firsts turn out to be a summer of lasts?