It was a sunny spring day at Meigs Middle school when he approached me. Without a lead-in he blurted out, "Wanna go out with me?" In the seconds between his question and my response I explored our life together: I'd help him clean up his act, he'd teach me how to be cool, we'd run in a field of daises hand and hand - you know, deep shit. As much as I loved our future I was still unsure, so I articulately responded, "I dunno."

Adonis walked away. What did that mean? Were we going out? I had settled in my naive mind that he was just thinking over my response and would come back later in the day with, "Please," or "Hey," or "Marry me."

I saw him later that day on the bus. I was already seated and I watched him walk down the aisle, headed for the back of the bus like the rebel he was. As he got closer I decided to say something to him, to give him the opportunity to propose. I chose my words carefully and said, "Hey." He paused, looked down at me and said, "Your momma is so fat, she sat on a rainbow and Skittles popped out."

My little sister who was seated next to me proceeded to cry. I retorted, "Shut up," as he walked to the back of the bus to receive praise. I didn't look back for fear of turning into salt. The whole ride home I tried to understand why my initial indecision about Adonis had turned into full blow love after he called my mother fat.

Exes and Oh's will explore this and other questions of love in our show. The line between Exes and Oh's is a slippery slope. Join us on the ride.