So I think we abandoned the whole disguise thing and if not, we are now. (Because Alfredo was just oh so clever wasn't it?)
I'm gonna just throw it all out there and catch you up on the latest and greatest with this... interesting boy I had the immense "pleasure" of getting caught up with. So a brief recap from the top:
-Met in 7th grade (This wasn't too bad.)
-Became friends (Yay! A friend! Have I explained my whole "I- was- a friendless- child" thing yet?)
-Immediately developed massive, totally unnecessary crush on him (And here's where the problems began.)
-Embarrassed myself a lot in front of him (I did this in front of everyone, but it was especially embarrassing in front of him)
-Made a huge deal out of hugging him everyday (All I have to say is *CRINGE*)
-Sneaked around with him a lot during summer (Okay, it was only like twice, but my life isn't all that exciting, so let me have this.)
-Kissed him three times, Spider Man style (That was not my idea, but I must admit, it was fun.)
-Stopped hanging out (And here's where my problems could have ended, but noooooo)
-Found out he cheated on his girlfriends with me (I was called a home-wrecker. Multiple times.)
-Assumed he was using me (I was right!!)
-Conveniently "forgot" he was using me (I swear, I saw the pattern and ignored it.)
-Sexted him (YES RAEGRETS! And if you don't get that reference, I'm slightly disappointed in you.)
-Helped him cheat on yet another girlfriend (UNKNOWINGLY! Before you go and start judging me.)
-Stopped talking (Another opportunity to end all of this, but did I? I think you know the answer to that.)
-Started talking to him again once he was single (And this is where it gets good for all you readers out there.)
And now we are back to the most current happenings in the Adventures of Ridiculousness. (I know that that's a stupid name for all this, but honestly, I don't know what to call this other than a mistake.) Scratch that, let's just call it The Mistake. Yes, that's oh so much more accurate.
So as I said, we started talking again. He was all heartbroken over breaking up with his girlfriend, as to be expected, but he actually told me, and I quote "I feel like my heart was put into a blender. It's like, eh." (Eh. He emotes so well! Did you hear the sarcasm dripping from that statement? God, I hope so.) I decided to take on the role of best friend and get him through his break up as unscathed as possible and I was doing a damn good job, even with his ridiculous one word replies and refusal to open up emotionally. (Another clue that I should have given up then and there? Probably, but I refused to see it!)
Eventually, we sorta stopped talking, at least on a daily basis. He was basically over his ex and he was moving on. That was the goal, right? But that wasn't good enough for me. I was responsible for his good mood and I wanted to enjoy it. I wanted to be with him. It was high time I got a chance after all the other girls I had to watch him be with. I told him that I wanted to be with him, that I liked him, and that I wanted to see where things went and he agreed! (Finally, something went my way!) We were talking all the time, and things were going great. He opened up to me about things that he hadn't told anyone else, made me feel special, and I was positive we would start dating. And lucky me, his birthday was coming up so I planned this whole big thing and I was going to push things over the edge. Make it all final. I bought him a card, made him a cake, and invited him to go to the movies with me on the night of his birthday. All very spontaneous, at least on his end it was.
He picked me up and we left for the midnight premiere of How To Train Your Dragon 2, which was cute. (What I saw of it anyway *super exaggerated wink* ) And then things went a bit downhill...
We had been making out and fooling around in the theater and when the movie got out we could hardly wait to get out to the car. He had me pushed up against the car and was touching me in ways I had never been touched before. I was nervous, but excited and vulnerable as hell. We moved our little party to the backseat of his car and things got pretty hot and heavy. (I won't go into details, mainly because it was personal and the Internet is soooo not.) Anyway, he got a little carried away and tried to go further than I was willing to go. I told him to stop and that I wasn't ready. Practically screamed no and nothing. He wasn't stopping. Eventually, he did, before anything actually happened. (If you were wondering, no, he did NOT rape me, but I was freaked.)
After that night I didn't talk to him for like three weeks and all he did was text me. (Oh how the tides had turned. A little too late, unfortunately.) When I did talk to him again I told him how I felt that night and that it freaked me out and he was totally understanding. I thought the fact that he was sorry was going to be enough to make it all better and that things would go back to normal, but of course, it wasn't. (Thank you Hannah for beating some sense into me about that.) Anyway, the silence went on after that conversation until about two weeks ago when he randomly texted me. He told me he wasn't ready for a relationship right now, but that he wanted me to sneak out and meet him so that we could fool around because he was "frustrated." I told him and I quote "Nope. I don't feel like sneaking out. Plus, things are different now." He asked me why and I said, "Because if you don't want a relationship, there's no point, is there?" To which he decided to yell at me about how he was upset and his friends weren't talking to him and that I had picked the worst time to do this. AS IF I DID IT INTENTIONALLY, LIKE I WAS THE ONE WHO STARTED IT! (Seriously, I wanted to deck him right in the mouth. How dare he try to blame his problems on me!) That turned into a 20 minute fight and ended in us not talking for another week before I decided to be the bigger person and apologize.
We talked it out and he explained to me why he didn't want a relationship (Notice how it changed from "not ready for a new relationship..." Bullshit!)(Pardon my French, but my God, he could've just said no. I'm a big girl, I can handle it.) Turns out there's another girl. (For those of you guessing at home, who saw that coming?) I wish I could say I was totally blindsided, but I'm not an idiot, I knew it was coming. Her name is Bekah, (Is it just me or is that a kind of tacky way to spell it?) and she's the one that got away. The girl he's been hung up on since freshman year. The girl he's truly in love with, the girl he will never have because, not only is she moving out of state, but she rejected him. (Thank you, Karma!) He told me he liked me a lot, and that he still does, but doesn't want to risk our friendship and how I'm always there for him. And because I'm just such a good person I said I felt the same way and essentially agreed to be forever friendzoned. Which honestly, I'm not all that upset about. (Now anyway. I was kind of broken up about it for a few days. But after seeing how much better I could do, I got over it)(Seriously, there are some hot guys who are into me. Which being totally honest, I'm shocked about. HAHA)
So there you have it. Our story ends in friendship. And this really is the end folks, no more second or third (does anyone have a chance total running yet? I lost count.) chance. We are officially done with anything even remotely romantic or friends with benefits-y. Man, does that feel good to say.
Don't judge me. You're not perfect either. Besides, I realized this was all a bad idea eventually, and that's all that matters, right?
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