What is it about "bad boys" that make some girls go weird. Seriously.
You have practiced the art of cool and aloof. You've got it down pretty good.
"Sorry, we're you talking to me? I wasn't interested." And then you meet THAT guy. And all of a sudden, you've got nothing. You stare. You blush. Good lord, you may even giggle. GIGGLE! What has happened to you?
I was the victim of a horrible crime such as this.
It started out simple enough. He was the best friend of my current boyfriend. No problem. Totally safe.
*cue flirting* Uh-oh.
RE-focus. Try to set him up with one of your friends.
*more flirting* Not working
This is becoming a serious problem. Then,
Too late, your gone, your knees are mush, you're brain isn't functioning and you have a knot in your stomach.
It must be love. Or really bad sushi, but I don't eat sushi so...
So let me re-cap our first year together. Ready?
I'm dating his best friend.
Ditch best friend, become boyfriend/girlfriend
He cheats on me with former girlfriend.
I break up with him.
Run into him and previously mentioned tramp at dance club one night. Follow him around like an idiot waiting for a confrontation that never happens.
Best friend/my ex has lots of fun saying "I told you so".
Months pass
See him at a concert. Do not speak to him.
Break down and call him the next day. Small talk, no big deal, except for the "I miss you's".
Then nothing for several more weeks.
Out one Saturday night with my friends and decide to swing by the known apartment of one of his friends.
See his motorcycle in the parking lot.
Approach the door. Chicken out, won't knock.
Leave a questionable note on his motorcycle.
Sunday morning. Leaving church, stand up and turn around and he is standing there. Wants to know what was up with that note. Uh, try to explain.
He says the "I had been thinking about you any way" line.
Then says he was just coming by to say he was leaving.
He left. For quite awhile. On the road with his friends band. At least that is the version I got.
He'll call when he gets back.
Still waiting.
More waiting.
Get a weird feeling and call him.
He answers.
I yell really bad, mean things at him that I can not post here or else it will get labeled as having adult content.
He says he was in an accident on his bike and that's why he hadn't called.
I rush, more or less, to his house.
Walk past mangled bike, go inside.
Yep, you messed up your face. That is going to heal though, right?
Make up. Get back together.
Engaged within the next four months.
So, that's it. Year One. Exactly the way it went down. There was a lot of crying mixed in there too.
I felt sick every time I was going to see him. Oh, I tried to get over it but it didn't work.
All my hard work down the drain. Not only that, I had agreed to marry him! When his best friend and I were going out, he asked me once if I thought he and I would get married. I laughed. Out loud. I felt bad about it later. Even more so when I was actually engaged to his friend.
My friends thought I was crazy. My teachers were less than thrilled. I was, after all only 17 and a senior in high school. My parents...well, not sure. I think at that point they were taking the wait and see approach. After he enlisted in the Navy so that he would have a way to support us, they took it seriously. They had done the same thing and I think they knew that I was the kid that was going to do whatever I wanted anyway. So, once he left for Basic, we started planning a wedding.
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