Okay, so this is part five of my awesomely amazing story. If you haven't checked out part one, two, three, or four, I highly suggest you do so in order to keep from being entirely confused. I'll wait.
Kay.
So, sometime midway through the first week we went on our first physical date. I had been staying over each night, but mostly was going over after work, which is at like 2am, and considering he has a real person job, that leaves us little time to actually hang out before he has to leave in the morning. After hanging out at the apartment one night, he said "Maybe I should bring you out on a date. Our first date."
We went to the Sunset - A place with hundred of beers, a ridiculous menu, and some of the neatest mixed drinks you can think of. I opted for a chocolate martini (or something of that sort, I can't remember if that is exactly what it was, to be honest.) He ordered my drink, as well as my food for me, and I thought it was absolutely adorable. It was the first REAL date I had been on. We held hands across the table and made goofy faces at each other, and it was pretty amazing. He wouldn't let me pay, which is something else I am NOT used to.
After that, each night we were going on amazing dates. It was like a different world to me. Having a man pay for me, and hold my hand across the table. Asking what I want to eat, then subsequently ordering for me. He treated me like a lady. I loved every minute of it. And I wore dresses every chance I got. Cause, y'know, dresses and dates go hand in hand.
I had grown accustomed to paying half, or the entire bill, depending on what financial boat the ex was in. I would order my food, and if I had to pee before the waitress came, instead of having the option of having my food ordered for me, I was told to sit still until she came. Which became a problem on busy nights, ironically the nights where I had to pee, like real bad.
It was amazing to me how it had been maybe five days into this relationship, and I had already been treated a million times better than with my ex. I knew this was what I wanted, and I was sure that I was doing what was best for me. I felt awful that the ex was bummed out and not doing so well, but like I said, it was my turn to be happy. He got to be happy for almost three years as I bit the bullet. No more. My turn.
One night that week, before I went to work, we stopped by the Anon Allston Bar I mentioned in my second part of this story, and grabbed some food before I had to go in. After being there a few minutes, he said "Aweee, this is where we first hung out." and smiled at me. I knew everything that I had wanted in a relationship was happening so easily with this guy. We talked about how we couldn't even imagine arguing ever, and how we just seem to fit. We have the same sarcastic, offensive humor, and at this point were finishing jokes and sentences. We were on the same page about our relationship, too, and absolutely could not get enough of each other.
We shared random phrases in German (how weird that we both know a bit of Deutsch?) and would text each other within five minutes of watching the other person walk away, saying "I miss you already."
Everything was absolutely perfect. There was nothing I could ask for that would make me happier than I was right then. Right?
I shit you not, this is the greatest love story ever written, Part 4
This is part four of my amazing love story. If you haven't checked out part one, part two, or part three, you are going to be completely lost. Please go catch yourself up. Please? Don't make me beg.
Okay. Thanks.
So where we left off last, I broke up with the boy I had been dating for almost three years to be with someone that I have only spoken to in person on three occasions.
Waking up next to him was amazing. I don't know how, but I was happier than I was the night before. Every minute just seemed to get better. He had to work in the AM, so I walked with him up to the train and we kissed and hugged until the train came.
I was smitten and after a few minutes of having my alone time in a local coffee shop, a facebook chat box opens and the guy I can't get off my mind starts telling me how happy he is. His co-workers have noticed, and he has been talking about me. And, I wont lie, I was already online telling friends about how amazing the past couple days have been.
People commented all day about how happy I looked, and asked what was going on. I couldn't resist the urge of telling everyone my story, even people I hardly knew. I was legitimately glowing, and for the first time in years, smiling.
He told me all day about how he felt like he was dreaming, and how this was too good to be true, and that is the exact way that I felt, too. I knew it was soon to consider dating again, y'know, because it had been less than 24 hours! But, I couldn't stop thinking about him. I couldn't believe that something this good could happen to me. He said he had been looking for me his entire life, and couldn't believe that he had finally found me. I knew he was perfect for me and I never wanted to let him go. And you're damn skippy I told him that.
He told me about how he showed his co-workers pictures of me and told them all about the amazing story we had thus far. He also confessed to me that he had been walking by my work for a year now, smiling at me, only to get scowls in return. He said he always knew there was a connection there, and he was so happy that I finally reciprocated.
The day I broke up with the boyfriend was Sunday, August 8th - a day that I will never forget. I practically ran to see my new man, and it was the greatest feeling I had ever felt. I was finally free, and finally allowed to be happy.
We counted down the minutes together via G-Chat, Text, E-mails, Picture texts and facebook chat (we are big fans of using all communication platforms AT THE SAME TIME to talk to each other. Don't act like it isn't cute.) until he would be out of work so we could see each other again. And finally, after a long day, we were able to see each other, and hug again.
Although it had only been a few hours, it felt like an eternity, and he completely agreed with me. We both came to the realization that even after a few minutes away from each other, we already felt the need to get in touch. It's like we are both sixteen again.
Okay. Thanks.
So where we left off last, I broke up with the boy I had been dating for almost three years to be with someone that I have only spoken to in person on three occasions.
Waking up next to him was amazing. I don't know how, but I was happier than I was the night before. Every minute just seemed to get better. He had to work in the AM, so I walked with him up to the train and we kissed and hugged until the train came.
I was smitten and after a few minutes of having my alone time in a local coffee shop, a facebook chat box opens and the guy I can't get off my mind starts telling me how happy he is. His co-workers have noticed, and he has been talking about me. And, I wont lie, I was already online telling friends about how amazing the past couple days have been.
People commented all day about how happy I looked, and asked what was going on. I couldn't resist the urge of telling everyone my story, even people I hardly knew. I was legitimately glowing, and for the first time in years, smiling.
He told me all day about how he felt like he was dreaming, and how this was too good to be true, and that is the exact way that I felt, too. I knew it was soon to consider dating again, y'know, because it had been less than 24 hours! But, I couldn't stop thinking about him. I couldn't believe that something this good could happen to me. He said he had been looking for me his entire life, and couldn't believe that he had finally found me. I knew he was perfect for me and I never wanted to let him go. And you're damn skippy I told him that.
He told me about how he showed his co-workers pictures of me and told them all about the amazing story we had thus far. He also confessed to me that he had been walking by my work for a year now, smiling at me, only to get scowls in return. He said he always knew there was a connection there, and he was so happy that I finally reciprocated.
The day I broke up with the boyfriend was Sunday, August 8th - a day that I will never forget. I practically ran to see my new man, and it was the greatest feeling I had ever felt. I was finally free, and finally allowed to be happy.
We counted down the minutes together via G-Chat, Text, E-mails, Picture texts and facebook chat (we are big fans of using all communication platforms AT THE SAME TIME to talk to each other. Don't act like it isn't cute.) until he would be out of work so we could see each other again. And finally, after a long day, we were able to see each other, and hug again.
Although it had only been a few hours, it felt like an eternity, and he completely agreed with me. We both came to the realization that even after a few minutes away from each other, we already felt the need to get in touch. It's like we are both sixteen again.
I shit you not, this is the greatest love story every written, Part 3
This is Part Three of my amazing love story. If you haven't been keeping up, please make sure you read part one and part two, or else you will be completely and totally lost. Seriously. I'm not fucking around. You will be lost. Go catch up. I will wait.
Kay, thanks.
If you remember, I left off when I met up with the boy for a drink on Friday night, felt the most amazing hug I ever have, and told him I was leaving my boyfriend to be with him.
Saturday came and went, without the boyfriend noticing that I still wasn't talking to him, which was going on day four at this point, and I ended up working and closing the bar earlyish. When I was done, I asked the most amazing guy ever if I could come get another hug, I needed it.
He accepted and I went to his house and got the second most amazing hug I had ever felt in my entire life. The hug was more intimate, and longer, and felt amazing. But it still couldn't compare to that first hug, where I just knew that something amazing was happening. I will remember both of those hugs for the rest of eternity.
As we held each other, he kept sighing and it made me so sad. I almost cried, actually. I asked him why he was sighing, even though I knew damn right the reasons. He said he was sad because he wanted to kiss me and couldn't. We sat on the couch hugging for probably twenty minutes, his entire body wrapping around mine, and finally, when it was almost three am, I told him I had to go home. On the way, I messaged him and told him that I didn't know what he did to me, but I was absolutely certain I had to break it off with the boyfriend, and soon. I said it broke my heart that I couldn't kiss him and stay all night with him, like I was supposed to.
The next day, which was Sunday, I knew I had to break it off with my boyfriend then. Not only did he not notice that I hadn't spoken to him in five days, he also woke up early and huffed and puffed while cleaning the apartment and purposely made tons of noise while I was trying to sleep. This was probably the second time I had ever even seen him clean, and I thought it was funny that he couldn't even do that without bitching. The whole time he cleaned I watched him and continuously thought "too little, too late." I thought and thought and thought about how I was going to break it off. What I was going to say. I knew I had to do it, and I planned on doing it. I just didn't know how. I felt nervous about doing it, but not once did I wonder if I was about to make a mistake. I knew that I had to do it, and I knew that I couldn't wait any longer. I knew that even though he said he would be patient and wait for me, that if he waited too long, maybe he would give up, and that wasn't something I was going to let happen. I didn't think that he was going to walk away, but I couldn't risk even the slightest chance of that happening.
I told my crush that I didn't know how to do it. As much as I was hurt in the past, I don't want to hurt him, or anyone, like that. I said I never wanted to make anyone feel the way I had before. He said he understood and he would be patient and wait for me. He said it was respectable how loyal and kind I was, even after all the shit I had been through.
The boyfriend FINALLY asked me why I was being mean, and I said I didn't know. He left for a show to meet up with his friends. Normally I would go too, bring my camera and take photos. This time I packed my purse with my camera, laptop, nintendo DS and my phone.
I typed out a text to the boyfriend saying that we had to talk. I knew if I said that, and hit send, there was no turning back. My finger lingered over the send button for a minute or two, because I still didn't know what I was going to say, or how I was going to do it. But then I thought about the hugs I had gotten, and the hugs I would get, and I blindly pressed send. I then messaged my love and told him I was on my way to break up with the boyfriend. He seemed shocked that I was doing it this quickly. He gave me his phone number and told me to call him as soon as I was done talking to him. I went out, got a shot of Jamesons and proceeded to the show, where the boyfriend kind of ignored at first, then asked what we had to talk about.
I brought him out back and told him about how I knew about all the cheating, and the lying and the drug using and I couldn't look the other way anymore. I wanted more out of the relationship than he did, and even though things have been sort of fine lately, I would still never forget every rotten thing he had done to me. I told him that for three years I had been depressed. I had always put his feelings ahead of mine, and I wouldn't be able to be happy if I was with him, I had tried for years. I pointed out that he didn't notice that I hadn't spoken to him. I pointed out that he didn't notice for the past five days I had been hardly eating, and losing what little weight I have due to that. I told him I was shocked that he didn't even notice that I was sleeping in my clothes each night, and laid on the corner of the bed, as far away from him as possible. I said that it was my turn to be happy and in order to do that I had to say goodbye to him. He said okay.
Yes, that was it.
"Okay."
I came into the bar, had another shot of Jamesons and told my friends and co-workers that I had broken up with him, and for good. They all seemed shocked, until I came clean with what I had been through with him, something I never told anyone, ever. They seemed to think I was more upset than I was, and I told them it was fine and I did it so I could be happy for once. I told them that none of them ever knew me when I was a happy person, and I would be changing a lot in the coming weeks and months.
I called my love and told him it was done. That we could finally be together. I told him it was over and gave my ex the keys to the apartment. I asked if it was too forward of me to ask to stay the night, and he said of course it wasn't.
As I walked over there, I blasted Rilo Kiley - Breaking up on my phone. I know, I am typical. And dorky.
Once I got there, we shared hugs and eventually our first kiss. We talked about what had just happened, and he asked me if I wanted my space for a little while. I told him absolutely not. I told him that although there were other reasons besides just him that made me break it off, the main reason I got the courage to do it was because I knew there was someone perfect for me out there, and he was waiting, and I didn't want to wait anymore. I couldn't wait. We kissed more and decided it was time for bed. I asked him to borrow a T-shirt to wear to bed, and I wasn't sure how I managed to forget my pajamas. He smiled, and I changed in front of him. For some reason I just wasn't shy around him.
Kay, thanks.
If you remember, I left off when I met up with the boy for a drink on Friday night, felt the most amazing hug I ever have, and told him I was leaving my boyfriend to be with him.
Saturday came and went, without the boyfriend noticing that I still wasn't talking to him, which was going on day four at this point, and I ended up working and closing the bar earlyish. When I was done, I asked the most amazing guy ever if I could come get another hug, I needed it.
He accepted and I went to his house and got the second most amazing hug I had ever felt in my entire life. The hug was more intimate, and longer, and felt amazing. But it still couldn't compare to that first hug, where I just knew that something amazing was happening. I will remember both of those hugs for the rest of eternity.
As we held each other, he kept sighing and it made me so sad. I almost cried, actually. I asked him why he was sighing, even though I knew damn right the reasons. He said he was sad because he wanted to kiss me and couldn't. We sat on the couch hugging for probably twenty minutes, his entire body wrapping around mine, and finally, when it was almost three am, I told him I had to go home. On the way, I messaged him and told him that I didn't know what he did to me, but I was absolutely certain I had to break it off with the boyfriend, and soon. I said it broke my heart that I couldn't kiss him and stay all night with him, like I was supposed to.
The next day, which was Sunday, I knew I had to break it off with my boyfriend then. Not only did he not notice that I hadn't spoken to him in five days, he also woke up early and huffed and puffed while cleaning the apartment and purposely made tons of noise while I was trying to sleep. This was probably the second time I had ever even seen him clean, and I thought it was funny that he couldn't even do that without bitching. The whole time he cleaned I watched him and continuously thought "too little, too late." I thought and thought and thought about how I was going to break it off. What I was going to say. I knew I had to do it, and I planned on doing it. I just didn't know how. I felt nervous about doing it, but not once did I wonder if I was about to make a mistake. I knew that I had to do it, and I knew that I couldn't wait any longer. I knew that even though he said he would be patient and wait for me, that if he waited too long, maybe he would give up, and that wasn't something I was going to let happen. I didn't think that he was going to walk away, but I couldn't risk even the slightest chance of that happening.
I told my crush that I didn't know how to do it. As much as I was hurt in the past, I don't want to hurt him, or anyone, like that. I said I never wanted to make anyone feel the way I had before. He said he understood and he would be patient and wait for me. He said it was respectable how loyal and kind I was, even after all the shit I had been through.
The boyfriend FINALLY asked me why I was being mean, and I said I didn't know. He left for a show to meet up with his friends. Normally I would go too, bring my camera and take photos. This time I packed my purse with my camera, laptop, nintendo DS and my phone.
I typed out a text to the boyfriend saying that we had to talk. I knew if I said that, and hit send, there was no turning back. My finger lingered over the send button for a minute or two, because I still didn't know what I was going to say, or how I was going to do it. But then I thought about the hugs I had gotten, and the hugs I would get, and I blindly pressed send. I then messaged my love and told him I was on my way to break up with the boyfriend. He seemed shocked that I was doing it this quickly. He gave me his phone number and told me to call him as soon as I was done talking to him. I went out, got a shot of Jamesons and proceeded to the show, where the boyfriend kind of ignored at first, then asked what we had to talk about.
I brought him out back and told him about how I knew about all the cheating, and the lying and the drug using and I couldn't look the other way anymore. I wanted more out of the relationship than he did, and even though things have been sort of fine lately, I would still never forget every rotten thing he had done to me. I told him that for three years I had been depressed. I had always put his feelings ahead of mine, and I wouldn't be able to be happy if I was with him, I had tried for years. I pointed out that he didn't notice that I hadn't spoken to him. I pointed out that he didn't notice for the past five days I had been hardly eating, and losing what little weight I have due to that. I told him I was shocked that he didn't even notice that I was sleeping in my clothes each night, and laid on the corner of the bed, as far away from him as possible. I said that it was my turn to be happy and in order to do that I had to say goodbye to him. He said okay.
Yes, that was it.
"Okay."
I came into the bar, had another shot of Jamesons and told my friends and co-workers that I had broken up with him, and for good. They all seemed shocked, until I came clean with what I had been through with him, something I never told anyone, ever. They seemed to think I was more upset than I was, and I told them it was fine and I did it so I could be happy for once. I told them that none of them ever knew me when I was a happy person, and I would be changing a lot in the coming weeks and months.
I called my love and told him it was done. That we could finally be together. I told him it was over and gave my ex the keys to the apartment. I asked if it was too forward of me to ask to stay the night, and he said of course it wasn't.
As I walked over there, I blasted Rilo Kiley - Breaking up on my phone. I know, I am typical. And dorky.
Oh, and FYI, I am the dude in the video, not the chick.
Once I got there, we shared hugs and eventually our first kiss. We talked about what had just happened, and he asked me if I wanted my space for a little while. I told him absolutely not. I told him that although there were other reasons besides just him that made me break it off, the main reason I got the courage to do it was because I knew there was someone perfect for me out there, and he was waiting, and I didn't want to wait anymore. I couldn't wait. We kissed more and decided it was time for bed. I asked him to borrow a T-shirt to wear to bed, and I wasn't sure how I managed to forget my pajamas. He smiled, and I changed in front of him. For some reason I just wasn't shy around him.
I shit you not, this is the greatest love story ever written, Part 2
So, if you hadn't noticed, this is part two of my amazing love story, so if you haven't checked out part one yet, I highly suggest you do so, or else you'll have no idea what I am talking about.
When we left off last, it was the night I had gotten home, a little drunk, and realized I had a huge crush on a boy that wasn't my boyfriend. I thought about how great he was, and how horrible the person I was with was.
I decided that night I was going to play a little game. I am typically not one for games, but it definitely made things a lot easier for me. I stopped talking to my boyfriend. Entirely. I wanted to see how long it would take him to notice. We live together, so giving the silent treatment isn't very easy, and should be extremely obvious. Wednesday night passed. He didn't notice. Thursday passed, and he didn't notice. I was planning on going to a show on Thursday, and because of the RSVPing to events via facebook, my crush saw that I was going. And showed up, before I. Sent me a message with a bunch of question marks, and I knew he was wondering why I said I was going to the show and wasn't there. I told him I was coming.
I got there and he wasn't there. I sent him a message saying he was lame. Two minutes later he came walking down the street. We said hi and stuff, but I was really shy, because I wasn't sure exactly what I was doing. I only stayed for one beer, didn't talk to him a whole lot. But I was introduced to a band mate of his, who asked if we had met that night. He interrupted saying "No she works here. She's THE bartender." That's when the band mate shook my hand and told me he had heard a lot about me. I know I blushed a bit, and then I ran home because, again, I felt guilty. That and I have some weird Forrest Gump thing going on and I feel the need to run everywhere when I feel awkward.
Regardless, I got home, boyfriend didn't talk to me, or notice that I wasn't talking to him. Again. This was day two of not speaking.
Friday I got out of work early, and all I really wanted to do was see this boy. I told him I was going to go to (Insert Allston bar here), a bar I pass on my way home, and to my surprise him and his friend were there already. I had a nervous feeling in my stomach the whole walk there. Even though it's less than a ten minute walk, I think I smoked four cigarettes. I walked in and saw him immediately. I sat next to him and ordered my drink of choice - whiskey and moxie (which totally impressed him, because he said he hadn't met anyone else who liked moxie) His friend ended up getting too drunk, and left before my first drink was done. The waitress gave us our bills and he asked if I wanted another drink. Even though I told myself I would only have one, I opted for a second, because I wasn't ready to leave yet. We had a great talk, even though I can't really remember what we even said. I was too busy admiring. I do remember him making fun of me earlier in the week about how in all of my facebook photos, I was pouty, and I said that I didn't smile often. He pointed out in person that I hadn't stopped smiling since the second I walked into the bar.
The bar had closed, and we walked outside.
We shared a little awkward "I had fun" conversation, and we hugged.
It was the most amazing hug I have ever gotten in my entire life. I don't know what it was, but it was fucking amazing. I started to walk home, and before even making it halfway there, I messaged him and said that I had a lot of fun hanging out with him. He said he did too, maybe too much. I said I felt the same way, and he said he never wanted to let me go when we were sharing that awkward hug. I told him that I had never done anything like this before, and I don't know what he did to me, but I couldn't stop thinking about him. He said he felt butterflies in his stomach.
I then told him that I was going to end my three year relationship because I wanted to be with him.
I had never experienced a hug like that in my entire life. It felt safe, it felt good. It felt like everything else had stopped around us. It was a longer hug than one would normally give, and when we broke away, I knew I needed those hugs in my life. I knew when I hugged him that first time that I was going to fall in love with him. And at the same time that it should have scared me, considering the circumstances, it didn't.
I got home, buzzed from the drinks, and the boyfriend didn't even notice that I still wasn't talking to him. I went on facebook and talked to him for a few hours. I told him that when I said my relationship was good a few days earlier, I lied, and I hated lying to him. I told him about a lot of shitty things that happened, and that I just knew he would never do that to me. I told him I was going to end everything just so I could be with him and not feel guilty. He said he would be patient and wait for me. He ended up falling asleep, and so did I, clutching my phone.
When we left off last, it was the night I had gotten home, a little drunk, and realized I had a huge crush on a boy that wasn't my boyfriend. I thought about how great he was, and how horrible the person I was with was.
I decided that night I was going to play a little game. I am typically not one for games, but it definitely made things a lot easier for me. I stopped talking to my boyfriend. Entirely. I wanted to see how long it would take him to notice. We live together, so giving the silent treatment isn't very easy, and should be extremely obvious. Wednesday night passed. He didn't notice. Thursday passed, and he didn't notice. I was planning on going to a show on Thursday, and because of the RSVPing to events via facebook, my crush saw that I was going. And showed up, before I. Sent me a message with a bunch of question marks, and I knew he was wondering why I said I was going to the show and wasn't there. I told him I was coming.
I got there and he wasn't there. I sent him a message saying he was lame. Two minutes later he came walking down the street. We said hi and stuff, but I was really shy, because I wasn't sure exactly what I was doing. I only stayed for one beer, didn't talk to him a whole lot. But I was introduced to a band mate of his, who asked if we had met that night. He interrupted saying "No she works here. She's THE bartender." That's when the band mate shook my hand and told me he had heard a lot about me. I know I blushed a bit, and then I ran home because, again, I felt guilty. That and I have some weird Forrest Gump thing going on and I feel the need to run everywhere when I feel awkward.
Regardless, I got home, boyfriend didn't talk to me, or notice that I wasn't talking to him. Again. This was day two of not speaking.
Friday I got out of work early, and all I really wanted to do was see this boy. I told him I was going to go to (Insert Allston bar here), a bar I pass on my way home, and to my surprise him and his friend were there already. I had a nervous feeling in my stomach the whole walk there. Even though it's less than a ten minute walk, I think I smoked four cigarettes. I walked in and saw him immediately. I sat next to him and ordered my drink of choice - whiskey and moxie (which totally impressed him, because he said he hadn't met anyone else who liked moxie) His friend ended up getting too drunk, and left before my first drink was done. The waitress gave us our bills and he asked if I wanted another drink. Even though I told myself I would only have one, I opted for a second, because I wasn't ready to leave yet. We had a great talk, even though I can't really remember what we even said. I was too busy admiring. I do remember him making fun of me earlier in the week about how in all of my facebook photos, I was pouty, and I said that I didn't smile often. He pointed out in person that I hadn't stopped smiling since the second I walked into the bar.
The bar had closed, and we walked outside.
We shared a little awkward "I had fun" conversation, and we hugged.
It was the most amazing hug I have ever gotten in my entire life. I don't know what it was, but it was fucking amazing. I started to walk home, and before even making it halfway there, I messaged him and said that I had a lot of fun hanging out with him. He said he did too, maybe too much. I said I felt the same way, and he said he never wanted to let me go when we were sharing that awkward hug. I told him that I had never done anything like this before, and I don't know what he did to me, but I couldn't stop thinking about him. He said he felt butterflies in his stomach.
I then told him that I was going to end my three year relationship because I wanted to be with him.
I had never experienced a hug like that in my entire life. It felt safe, it felt good. It felt like everything else had stopped around us. It was a longer hug than one would normally give, and when we broke away, I knew I needed those hugs in my life. I knew when I hugged him that first time that I was going to fall in love with him. And at the same time that it should have scared me, considering the circumstances, it didn't.
I got home, buzzed from the drinks, and the boyfriend didn't even notice that I still wasn't talking to him. I went on facebook and talked to him for a few hours. I told him that when I said my relationship was good a few days earlier, I lied, and I hated lying to him. I told him about a lot of shitty things that happened, and that I just knew he would never do that to me. I told him I was going to end everything just so I could be with him and not feel guilty. He said he would be patient and wait for me. He ended up falling asleep, and so did I, clutching my phone.
I shit you not, this is the greatest love story ever written, Part 1
And every bit of it is true. Over the next couple days I am going to fill you in on everything that has been going on in my life, which has left me hardly any time to write.
Let's start at the beginning, which took place a couple of weeks ago. I was working at the bar, and this handsome guy came in. I totally recognized him, but I couldn't pinpoint where I had seen him before. I asked my lady friend if she knew him, and she said no. Not even five minutes later, he introduced himself to me and said that I have been serving him for years. There was something about the way he looked at me, and how when I went out to smoke cigarettes, he was right there, even though he didn't smoke. After he left, I told Kelsey that I thought he had a crush on me. The next morning I woke up with a friend request from him on facebook and a message thinking me for the beers I had served him. I added him back, and then noticed that I had comments on most of my status updates from him. He was witty and clever, and I liked that.
A few days later, a chat box opened up, and because I was doing a dead day shift, we started talking. Talked all day. Found out how much we had in common. He actually at one point said "I really want to find a domesticated girl" and I had to hold my tongue, because we all know, I AM DOMESTICATED. My blog is secret from 90% of the people I know in real life, and at that point I hardly had any pictures of myself on there anyway. There was no way he knew that I posted weekly updates on how domesticated I was. I decided not to mention it, and instead, shared my dream of marrying a mad scientist.
Long pause.
"I went to college for inorganic chem."
At that point I knew I kind of had a crush on him, but I couldn't act on it because I had a boyfriend of nearly three years. And I was also in denial, telling myself I didn't like him like that. After all, it was just a silly crush due to the fact that he's got a pretty face and had the ability to take the words right out of my mouth, with hardly even knowing me. That happens, right?
After that initial day, we kind of didn't stop talking. At all. I installed facebook chat to my phone so I could always have access to talking to him, regardless of where I was. I pretended there wasn't a connection there, and denied all of his requests to go out to lunch/dinner/drinks/whatever. Even though I really wanted to see him. I felt guilty because I had a boyfriend, and I am a very loyal girl.
A couple nights later he walked by my work again, and I smiled. It made me feel really good that he was coming by to see me. We will just pretend he didn't flip me off (although, a minute later I got a message saying that he was just letting me know I was #1.) A few nights later, on a Wednesday, my phone had died and I was out with my friends drinking. I was pretty tipsy and hated that I hadn't talked to him for a few hours. I actually took out my laptop at the bar and signed into facebook, and chatted. To be fair, I was also sending a message to a ladyfriend of mine, but still. At that point I knew I had a crush on this boy and I really couldn't deny it. I then went home, charged my phone for a few minutes, and ran back to the bar. I sort of asked him to come meet up, but then I refused to give him my number and actually ran back home. Sometimes when I am drunk, I run to my destinations. Yeah, yeah, I am weird.
Anyway. I got home and thought a lot about what had been happening, and how he paid more attention to me that my boyfriend did, and that I didn't even want the attention from my boyfriend anymore. I tried so hard with my boyfriend, and he never seemed to care. With this boy I didn't even have to try, everything just seemed to happen.
I thought about all of the horrible things that the boyfriend had done to me in the past (lying, cheating with more than one person, letting me do all of the household chores, letting me pay all the bills, telling me I was ugly, the list can go on, and on, and on) I thought about how good this boy made me feel and we weren't even hanging out yet. I thought about how I really wanted him to come meet up with me, and that maybe I should have let him, or given him my number, or whatever. I thought about how I had always felt that a girl knows within the first few minutes of meeting a guy if she's going to be into him or not, and I knew deep down I had that feeling, even though I didn't even want to admit it, even to myself.
Let's start at the beginning, which took place a couple of weeks ago. I was working at the bar, and this handsome guy came in. I totally recognized him, but I couldn't pinpoint where I had seen him before. I asked my lady friend if she knew him, and she said no. Not even five minutes later, he introduced himself to me and said that I have been serving him for years. There was something about the way he looked at me, and how when I went out to smoke cigarettes, he was right there, even though he didn't smoke. After he left, I told Kelsey that I thought he had a crush on me. The next morning I woke up with a friend request from him on facebook and a message thinking me for the beers I had served him. I added him back, and then noticed that I had comments on most of my status updates from him. He was witty and clever, and I liked that.
A few days later, a chat box opened up, and because I was doing a dead day shift, we started talking. Talked all day. Found out how much we had in common. He actually at one point said "I really want to find a domesticated girl" and I had to hold my tongue, because we all know, I AM DOMESTICATED. My blog is secret from 90% of the people I know in real life, and at that point I hardly had any pictures of myself on there anyway. There was no way he knew that I posted weekly updates on how domesticated I was. I decided not to mention it, and instead, shared my dream of marrying a mad scientist.
Long pause.
"I went to college for inorganic chem."
At that point I knew I kind of had a crush on him, but I couldn't act on it because I had a boyfriend of nearly three years. And I was also in denial, telling myself I didn't like him like that. After all, it was just a silly crush due to the fact that he's got a pretty face and had the ability to take the words right out of my mouth, with hardly even knowing me. That happens, right?
After that initial day, we kind of didn't stop talking. At all. I installed facebook chat to my phone so I could always have access to talking to him, regardless of where I was. I pretended there wasn't a connection there, and denied all of his requests to go out to lunch/dinner/drinks/whatever. Even though I really wanted to see him. I felt guilty because I had a boyfriend, and I am a very loyal girl.
A couple nights later he walked by my work again, and I smiled. It made me feel really good that he was coming by to see me. We will just pretend he didn't flip me off (although, a minute later I got a message saying that he was just letting me know I was #1.) A few nights later, on a Wednesday, my phone had died and I was out with my friends drinking. I was pretty tipsy and hated that I hadn't talked to him for a few hours. I actually took out my laptop at the bar and signed into facebook, and chatted. To be fair, I was also sending a message to a ladyfriend of mine, but still. At that point I knew I had a crush on this boy and I really couldn't deny it. I then went home, charged my phone for a few minutes, and ran back to the bar. I sort of asked him to come meet up, but then I refused to give him my number and actually ran back home. Sometimes when I am drunk, I run to my destinations. Yeah, yeah, I am weird.
Anyway. I got home and thought a lot about what had been happening, and how he paid more attention to me that my boyfriend did, and that I didn't even want the attention from my boyfriend anymore. I tried so hard with my boyfriend, and he never seemed to care. With this boy I didn't even have to try, everything just seemed to happen.
I thought about all of the horrible things that the boyfriend had done to me in the past (lying, cheating with more than one person, letting me do all of the household chores, letting me pay all the bills, telling me I was ugly, the list can go on, and on, and on) I thought about how good this boy made me feel and we weren't even hanging out yet. I thought about how I really wanted him to come meet up with me, and that maybe I should have let him, or given him my number, or whatever. I thought about how I had always felt that a girl knows within the first few minutes of meeting a guy if she's going to be into him or not, and I knew deep down I had that feeling, even though I didn't even want to admit it, even to myself.
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