Original post written on 13/09/2011
It is important that you understand the background of the 'situation' as I will call it...
So... in the words of Taylor Swift 'the Story of Us'....
End of March 2010: Went on a night out at my Uni (I was in my final year then). I had a brilliant night and at the end one of my friends showed me my 'perfect guy' who was dressed as Aladdin. We exchanged numbers (no kissing/physical contact). And that was it... I met The Boy. He was absolutely hammered and cannot remember that meeting, even now.
I was leaving Uni to start teacher training in June so from the beginning with The Boy I told him that I just wanted someone to hang with. However I said to him that I didn't want to be the girl who he just slept with at the end of the night when he couldn't pull. This, for me, meant that neither of us thought that it was acceptable for us to play outside each other. To kind of seal the deal, I made him wait for sex. We didn't sleep together until the May, and kudos to him, I put him through a lot. However, and I've got to say this, it...was...and....still...is...the...best...sex...of...my...life.
The Boy is called The Boy because he is so young. Five years younger than me if we are being statistical. However, we *click* and this is something that I wasn't bargaining on. I fell for him during our time together, but I knew at the same time that nothing would be permanent between us because I was leaving/finishing university and starting my teacher training.
I broke it off in June 2010, after a few weeks, because (and he doesn't know this) I guessed that he had been with other girls. I later had this verified by his friends who are (and I think this is a testament to him as a person) the loveliest group of guys and I genuinely liked them as people.
When I left in June 2010, I honestly thought that was it. I got a job for the summer and tried to forget that it had happened. However my girlfriends all said to me that I did the right thing. I still maintain that I did. For me, with The Boy, he is not the same as other guys from my past. I totally understand him as a person, I know that he is young and wants to be free. However I also know how much he enjoys having a girl around. He is selfish, totally insecure but at the same time all of these qualities are endearing and I accept them because I know what he does is not done out of spite because he is a player or a bad person. He is just young, naïve and wants to have fun and not miss out. This, from my point of view is fine and I would be a terrible person for wanting him to be any different.
At the end of August 2010, he contacted me one late night after work, asking how I was. To cut a long story short, I saw him a few days later, he told me he had missed me and didn't know what to do about it, he stayed over. We kept in contact over the next month or so. He then got a girlfriend from his course at university and surprisingly, and this is weird considering my feelings, I was so happy for him. I knew he genuinely liked her and I thought it was good for him. It didn't last with them, she basically couldn't trust him I think, which considering his reputation at the time would be difficult for any girl of his age.
After they broke up, The Boy got back in touch (Dec 2010) and told me that the girl from his course didn't make him feel anything like he felt like when he was with me. I guess I knew what we had was special because when were/are together I feel like this is 'it'. We compliment each other really well I think. Both very different but similar. I guess I was surprised because I didn't think that he would get 'it' (mainly due to his age). Clearly he felt something. I saw him (remember at this point we were an hour from each other, but not studying in the same place) just before Christmas 2010 and it was just like before, except I think it was better because we understood each other more. Furthermore I felt, and this is something that had developed over the course of the year, he had become more mature with girls and a nicer person/less arrogant.
2010 ended with me and him knowing I think that it couldn't work long term, but how we were ever going to stop seeing each other, I don't think either of us knew....
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