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Wednesday, 19 August 2009

  • Chapter 3: The Summer

             So summer arrives and we get our own place and sublease for 3 months. For the first month or so I couldn't find a job, and things were rough. I would break down sometimes and just cry because it was so frustrating that his parents were paying for everything. It was times like this that I felt like things were going back to normal - he would hold me while I was upset,or rub my back and tell me that "We're gonna get through this - we'll figure it out."

    We? Since when are the 2 of us a "we"?

    Just little things would tip me off and make it seem a little weird. We obviously shared a bed,we would cuddle and give each other a backrub after a long day..things couples do. The only thing is - how many couples can even move in together? Its a huge step for even a couple that's been dating for a year or more. We didn't give it a second thought,though - living together just seemed like the natural thing to do since we get along so well - since we know each other as though we grew up together or something - its uncanny.

    Everyone at school had asked me about the situation before we moved in together- "What happens if he or you finds another person they like?" And of course I brushed it off - it couldn't possibly happen.

    Not only could it - it did. He was taking a foreign language at another school here this summer,and on like one of his last days he started talking to this girl. He was supposed to meet me one day after class. He shows up 3 hours late with this girl. Needless to say, I was livid. Then he goes out that night with her until 3 AM. But the catch is that he lost the house key prior to this...so I have to stay up until 3 AM to let him in,because I'm not leaving the door unlocked at night in the neighborhood we lived in - hell no. But so that he can have a good time, he inconveniences me. (This type of situation ocurred several times.) Nice friend. He then tells me that he is going to start sleeping on the futon in the other room, becasue sleeping with me is far too intimate. But sex apparently isn't - we never stopped doing that. Wtf? Sex isn't intimate at all, but falling asleep next to me is? Oook.

    Was I upset,jealous,hurt? Well yes,of course- I was a little of each. But do I want him to be happy? More than anything. So...I wished him well in it, despite the fact that not even a week into them talking I could tell it wasn't going to work. He refused to acknowledge the fact that he was changing himself for this girl to try and impress her - because if you want someone to fall for you or love you, you OBVIOUSLY have to impress them. They couldn't possibly just like you and be impressed with just who you are in general - that's absurd.

    So a month and a half or so of torture later, I know something is wrong - he's upset. She refuses to date him,as she has never remained friends with a guy she has dated,and he is too good of a friend to lose. Sounds like an excuse to me, but oh well - all I'm worried about is seeing him smile again - I can't stand to see him sad or angry...it bothers ME.

    I can't say I was ecstatic about the change of situation-- I mean, I want him....but I didn't want him to get hurt. Nothing bothers me more than the people I care about getting hurt. But he recovered,and seems to be over her to an extent- but I know how those things go.

    August. We move  into a new house with a bunch of other poeple- 4 others, to be exact. We share a room, our money just kind of flows between us, we went in together on a queen size bed, we split the grocery bill...we act like a married couple,haha. We cuddle at night,and when he or I get up to go to work in the morning, we go over and give the other one who is staying home a hug that says we'd rather not leave. When I get home from work he'll turn around in his computer chair to lay his head on my stomach or chest while I scratch his head or rub his shoulders...And I plan on flying home with him twice this fall.

    Does this sound like your average friendship? It doesn't sound like one I've ever heard of. Maybe he's afraid of commitment- of the thought of being tied down for the rest of his life starting at 21? He doesn't even know where his life is going,I understand...but its not like I'm asking him to marry me right now..I just want a title to what is obviously a relationship.

     

    (I'll try to start updating this more on a day-to-day type basis now that I'm more caught up)

     

Sunday, 26 July 2009

  • Chapter 2: The Breakup

    Chapter 2 started and done before I thought I would be able to,ha!

    So. He comes over to my room one day,and everything is normal...then he says I might want to sit down...that we need to talk. My heart sinks- its those age-old cliche breakup words.

    "I don't foresee myself loving you," "I don't see you being my wife"....all things that most people don't foresee at 3 months. I mean, we're cooped up in a military college- we haven't even gotten to experience what the other person is like in a real world situation. I don't think I've ever cried harder, or been as depressed as I was. But oddly,it only lasted about 4-5 days. Before a week was up we were hanging out again. I had talked with him about the breakup, cried with him. He told me he didn't want to hurt me,and kissed me on the forehead one night- that he already missed having me in his room all the time, teasing him and making fun of his ass of a roommate. So as weird as it seemed, I started basically moving back in. Hanging out with him constantly, sleeping in his bed- eventually napping with him again. And of course sex, because nobody has ever been as good as him - and I've never been as comfortable around anyone else as I am around him. I'm the epitome of self-conscious,as I used to be the fat kid growing up,always being made fun of. But with him...I almost never feel self-conscious.

    Everyone thought we were dating again- I wished we were. It felt good though - I didn't pretend we were dating, he made it clear we were friends. But it felt good to have what little I did. To cling to tiny strings of hope that I knew I shouldn't have. I would sleep with him at night, I would stay over (even though I wasn't supposed to) to make sure he got his already past due homework turned in before it was too late.

    A close friend of mien told me persistently that (to avoid using real names, I call myself Belle,and my guy shall be "J") J and I were in a relationship, that no matter what J liked to call it, that's what it was. I refused to see it that way, no matter what I wanted, no matter the thrill it gave me to think about it that way. I wasn't going to have my heart ripped out again, you never know how excruciating emotional pain can be until you've been there.

    Then summer plans came up, J and I both wanted to stay in our College city, as he had classes to finish, and I just love it here (and hate my family). So...we decided that the easiest way to do this was to move in together.....

Saturday, 25 July 2009

  • Chapter 1: Let's go back to when he and I first met

    I don't have much time to get Chapter 1 rolling,as I live with said fellow,and I have to meet someone about a new place we're renting.But here goes.

    We met through a mutual friend (doesn't it always happen that way?) at the homecoming bonfire at my college last November. We didn't talk much at first,but I friended him on Facebook. Then we had a huge Christmas concert coming up at my school- and all the choirs are brought together to sing. Well, we both sing - just in different choirs. We then spent most of our choir practices flirting,and then it extended over to facebook messaging. I asked for his number so I could text him during class..bad me,I know. The first time he came to hang out with me was when we were talking on AIM one night,and I mentioned that I love Disney music,particularly the duet "A Whole New World" from Aladdin. His response? "We should sing it." I just laughed ans asked when, to which he responded "Now!"...haha,so he came over to my "dorm" and we pulled it up on youtube and sang it. I knew right then I had to have him. That is by far the cutest move any guy has ever done.

    Here's the first sticky part - he doesn't want to date. Call it "friends with benefits"(FWB),as he says he doesn't want to date because the school has cost him 2 other relationships.(Ha,you're not getting out of it that easy mister.) Well,I let the FWB go for a little while,then brought it up one night as we were cuddling "Why not date? We already act like a couple.." He gave the same ol generic response,plus he lives in a northern state and I live in the south. I fought it with "If you care about someone,it shouldn't matter if they're right next to you, or THOUSANDS of miles away. You still care about them."
    Well. Early in December another mutual friend of ours (we have so many mutual friends at our school its scary) who used to go to our school invited us to a party. Well,we get thoroughly drunk and what not, are fooling around,and he asks me to date him. (Reminds me of how my dad drunkenly asked my stepmom to marry him,and she refused til he was sober.)So I tell him he's drunk and doesn't know what he is doing, that he'll wake up in the morning like OH NO and regret it. But he said he was much more sober than I thought he was, and he was sure about this,so I -of course - said yes.

    Things were great, but of course our month of Christmas break came up soon,and we texted day and night,talked on the phone til 4 AM at times, and generally pined away for each other. He said the sweetest things, and told me he found everything about me cute, that I shouldn't plan on graduating from "my college name here", because I was going back home with him when he graduated. I asked him why he finally caved and asked me out,and he said "I saw what I had in front of me,and I didn't want to lose it". Aw. We had specific pet names for each other that had come out of little inside jokes.(And I'm not one for pet names,but omg they're cute.)
    We got back to school,and I have to say we went at it like bunny rabbits. We practically lived together after that. I was constantly in his room, if he wasn't there I'd play on his computer, or nap in his bed waiting for him. We get along better than anyone I've ever seen.
    So for 3 months we dated in bliss. He was the one who brought up the future, using "we" referring to living together some day and whatnot.

    I fell in love. Strange to say at 3 months I was in love, but I was(am still)! So I wrote it down, because I wasn't 100% this was love- this was some feeling I couldn't understand. I wrote him essentially a letter,or note detailing all the things I love about him,all the stupid things he does, the funny faces, the silly singing,the fact that he snores like a bear- everything.

    A couple weeks later in March,he broke up with me.

    (Chapter 2 coming soon, our computers are next to each other's, so I have to find some alone time to work on that one)

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