Know When to Hold Them, Know When to Fold Them.
Man, I almost forgot about this blog! Part of me feels frustrated, but another part of me wants to make a super-long post recalling every single event that's happened to me in the past two months. In the end though, I think I'd rather just share one moment that I really want to get off my chest.
About two weeks ago, I got a text message from my ex-girlfriend. She said that she found a new place in town to eat that was simply amazing, and that she'd be willing to buy for me as a late Christmas gift. I, being the ever-anxious eater, accepted the offer without any hesitation. The way I saw it, I would simply get my meal and move on with the night. Harmless, right?
When we got there, one of the first things she brings up is the fact that she dumped her current boyfriend (Who was the one that she cheated on me with). Right about then, I was tempted to just make up some excuse about having to leave and walk away. But I didn't. I instead chose to hear her go on and on about how screwed up her life is now. I, on the other hand, chowed down, trying to change the topics as often as possible with no success.
Once we hit the car after supper, she notices that the time is early and asks if I want to rent a movie. Of course, I'm slightly naive, I suppose, and figure that it could lead to no harm. We end up watching BenchWarmers, which is possibly one of the stupidest movies I have ever seen. However, the movie goes fine, as I'm smart enough to stay on the other end of the couch, knowing that physical distance is best.
Then, out of practically nowhere, she moves closer to my face and starts to kiss me. What's worse: I couldn't stop it. Half of my body was screaming at me not to do it, but my other half was doing nothing. Absolutely nothing. I wanted so badly to just stop and leave, but I didn't. I couldn't. Some part of me wasn't letting me.
This continued on for almost twenty minutes, going much farther than I had ever anticipated or wanted. Finally, we both managed to pull away, and I bolted. I barely said goodbye. I needed to get the hell out of there. The entire car ride home was filled with me shaking and basically swearing at myself. How could I have let it happen? I ran through the whole night and tried to make sure that nothing like that would happen!
I'm thankful that there was at least someone there to keep me sane. A friend of mine, who I've known since about grade nine, was experiencing a similar problem. Well, not exactly the same as almost sleeping with you're twice ex, but she had a dick of a first boyfriend. I tell you, if I didn't have her then, I can't even fathom what would have happened later.
With any luck, I'll remember to make a post about the ultimately less-serious things within a week.
-Patrick
About two weeks ago, I got a text message from my ex-girlfriend. She said that she found a new place in town to eat that was simply amazing, and that she'd be willing to buy for me as a late Christmas gift. I, being the ever-anxious eater, accepted the offer without any hesitation. The way I saw it, I would simply get my meal and move on with the night. Harmless, right?
When we got there, one of the first things she brings up is the fact that she dumped her current boyfriend (Who was the one that she cheated on me with). Right about then, I was tempted to just make up some excuse about having to leave and walk away. But I didn't. I instead chose to hear her go on and on about how screwed up her life is now. I, on the other hand, chowed down, trying to change the topics as often as possible with no success.
Once we hit the car after supper, she notices that the time is early and asks if I want to rent a movie. Of course, I'm slightly naive, I suppose, and figure that it could lead to no harm. We end up watching BenchWarmers, which is possibly one of the stupidest movies I have ever seen. However, the movie goes fine, as I'm smart enough to stay on the other end of the couch, knowing that physical distance is best.
Then, out of practically nowhere, she moves closer to my face and starts to kiss me. What's worse: I couldn't stop it. Half of my body was screaming at me not to do it, but my other half was doing nothing. Absolutely nothing. I wanted so badly to just stop and leave, but I didn't. I couldn't. Some part of me wasn't letting me.
This continued on for almost twenty minutes, going much farther than I had ever anticipated or wanted. Finally, we both managed to pull away, and I bolted. I barely said goodbye. I needed to get the hell out of there. The entire car ride home was filled with me shaking and basically swearing at myself. How could I have let it happen? I ran through the whole night and tried to make sure that nothing like that would happen!
I'm thankful that there was at least someone there to keep me sane. A friend of mine, who I've known since about grade nine, was experiencing a similar problem. Well, not exactly the same as almost sleeping with you're twice ex, but she had a dick of a first boyfriend. I tell you, if I didn't have her then, I can't even fathom what would have happened later.
With any luck, I'll remember to make a post about the ultimately less-serious things within a week.
-Patrick
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