Regrets. Part One.

First regret: my first Boyfriend.
He wasn't even a real Boyfriend.  We hung out normally once, wear he gave me my first peck.
After that, we hung out at my house. Alone.
My parents didn't even know he existed, and I liked it that way.
First time, we watched movies and hung out rather innocently, until towards the end we had our first "make out", which was five minutes long of me drowning in spit, ending it with me wiping my mouth on his shirt.
Second time we hung out, my friends were there too, but left soon after.  We were there alone, and we made out on my bed and on the couch.
On my bed, we just made out.  It was boring, and I didn't like it, nor did I dislike it.
On the couch, he reached for my ass, and I didn't care.
It's just my ass, I thought.
Well, after that, he reached for my shirt, to take it off.
I just removed my lips from him, still kissing the boring kiss, and told him I'm keeping it on.
He acted embarrassed, and I assured him it was okay, he misunderstood.
So, I kept on with the lame making out.
That lame excuse for kissing lasted for like an hour or two, and I wasn't even thinking about the kiss at all during the whole thing.
After that, I dumped him.
But, about one or two weeks later, I missed having a boyfriend.
This is where the bitchy insensitive self steps in.
He had been texting me every once in a while, I would respond once or twice.
That night I texted him, and got him back.
We didn't see each other for a week, we both didn't have any free time that week, and he called me up, and dumped me.  Three days later, he got together with one of his best friend's ex's, a girl a year older.
I was in awe.  Not because I liked him, but because it was bullshit.
A friend of mine, who I didn't know all that well, but was a friend just the same, advised me not to go out with him.  My Best Friend's Boyfriend tried to fix everybody up with his friend, but I didn't listen, I didn't care.
What I should have had done: kicked his ass out, not have let him near my ass, nor even be home alone with him in the first place.  Also, not have asked him back a second time.  And, finally, have listened to the girl who told me not to.