It’s been so long, I’ve forgotten my conclusion for the title. For anyone curious about my conclusion in the second part about texting, it makes a relationship in this day and age. Contact. It’s as if a girl expects you to talk to her on facebook, but texting or something, perhaps a phone call, let’s her know you think about her randomly and through out the day.
This one has been delayed for quite some time. In fact, I don’t think I should even be writing it right now. My third official girlfriend. If you’ve been following the story thus far, you may guess the plot twist coming. She was the online best friend of my second girlfriend. I’m awful: not caring about a girl, dating in hopes of sex, and now breaking the girl code, dating an ex’s best friend. At the time, I didn’t really think about it. Heck, I didn’t even think I was falling in love with her.
It all started one evening, my second girlfriend was introducing me to her online life, a big step for you non-nerd people. I met her. Sweetest girl there could be and to my astounded eyes (we were talking through text on skype), she was interested in the same things as I was. Here was a girl who was as nerdy as me (okay, maybe not as nerdy), but much more caring. I learned all kinds of things and when I found out she was Arabic, my jaw hit the floor. All three of us talked until my then-girlfriend had to go to dinner. So avid was I paying attention to this new girl, that I didn’t text my girlfriend for the entire two or so hours she was gone eating at a restaurant. She came back quite upset. She was afraid I was already falling for her. I assured her I wasn’t. I even told her in confidence that there’s nothing against the Arabic, but I wasn’t attracted to them. That statement proved to be false. So she was content and our relationship lasted a couple more months. Her and I had problems that her friend (my next ex) could play mediator for. This worked for about a month, then not so much. I continuously talked with the Arabic girl. I realized I was falling for her during the last week I was “dating” my second girl friend. It was also then that I realized that my current relationship was going no where.
I’d like to say it was me who broke up with her. But in all honesty, she was the one distancing herself from so…no, she broke up with me. She said she’d love to get back together, but we just needed some space. I foolishly believed her. I waited for roughly a month for her to make good. All the while, I was talking with Z (her Arabic name started with a Z, and I barely called her by it). I got tipsy one evening. Honestly, I barely felt it, but there was a buzz going in the back of my skull. It gave me a good excuse to tell her how I really felt. Even then, it took her prodding and playing to finally admit that I did like her.
That opened the flood gates. We started sharing our feelings more and more, but the rest of this story will have to wait unfortunately.
My second girlfriend was one from my own town. She was pretty enough, much prettier than my first. We met when funnily enough, I was trying to woo her friend, more so that I might get “some”. Yes, I know, I’m horrible, my only excuse was that I was a horny teenager. My first ex was still a “friend”, since it didn’t end terribly for me, I wasn’t going to say never talk to me again. So then, she was commenting on my photos as was this other girl I was trying to woo. Then enter my new girlfriend. She started picking on her, defending her friend for some reason, etc.
I just kept going and going and going. Finally, I just pm the new girl asking her to stop. She’s reasonable and agrees to stop as she had something to do on World of Warcraft to do. I jokingly expressed my doubt at her playing games and that’s how we started talking. Then I figured out how to text without a phone, which led me to my next conclusion about relationships, and we continued to talk and grow closer. Soon we were vid skyping and talking of when we could meet. She actually was under my nose the entire time. So we met and talked and passed notes. I finally had a date with her. A double date and we had sledding, hot chocolate, games. By the time it was all done, everyone was tired out. Instead of dropping them off, they decided to spend the night. As it was, they were spending the night at one person’s house. So I ended up cuddling and spooning with my would-be girlfriend until early morning. I never even kissed her. She came over for a couple more dates, dinner, movies, and at 5:11 on January 23, I asked her to go steady. She said yes. We continued and I grew more and more attached, my undoing. When we first started talking it was sporadically, we talked more and more and hit a happy medium, which I asked her to date me. Then I tipped the scales. I wanted to be seen with my pretty new girlfriend. I wanted to be like all the other couples in school. She didn’t, she was happy flying under the radar due to her weight and the natural spite of girls. I thought she had all the right curves in all the right places. Our relationship continued and she soon became grounded due to her grades. She was unable to come to my house to see me or hang. My house was were all the things that’ll be censored from this blog happened. I grew more and more sexually frustrated and so compensated by trying to see her more during school and whatnot. Eventually we broke up because she wanted more space and I was tired of her being grounded. To this day I don’t know if she truly was grounded or not.
She’ll always be remembered for our first kiss. It was at night, her family had frustrated her so she left to go walk in the park adjacent, I told I would meet her. We sat together and held hands, talking the night away until she had to leave. As she was leaving, before she came in view of her house I cried out to her to stop and ran up to her. A light layer of snow started falling and the twinkling stars disappeared. I marched up to her and lifted her chin to my face and quickly kissed her. She turned red and stumbled off to home and left me there excited that I had finally kissed a girl.
It seems so often that I’m right about a relationship. Yes, I was one of those desperate people you scoff at at a book store. One of those people who read books written to help understand women and how to have a successful relationship. I studied those books and tested my knowledge with my friends and their relationships. That became my job, to fix relationships, to be a mediator. It was fun. I was a sucker for power and power I had, but still I was timid. My first attempt was with a girl over 2000 miles away and wasn’t a looker. If you squinted when you were drunk she might have looked like some last minute action before you left a party. Even worse, a box of rocks sounded more intelligent than this poor girl when rattled. Yes, I dated a dumb whore over long distance. But if that doesn’t make me pathetic, I had to fight for her against a dude who had no interest and was in jail. I won eventually, but I think it’s because of the fact that she gave up on him. My pretty words eventually had her wrapped around my finger. My knowledge, she had no chance. She did set me for kinky-ness though. I let that relationship go for two months and the last month couldn’t even really count. She lost her home several times and was unable to talk on the phone. It got so bad that she was reduced to contacting me at school through email and sending letters through the mail. Once we got down to only letters I said things had to change. I got 10 minutes a week of talking. Two weeks later I demanded more time. This poor poor girl, trying to figure out where she was going to live and everything. She made it to 20 minutes a week on the phone. It wasn’t enough. I should have known from the beginning it wasn’t going to work, but I was desperate. I chalked it up to long distance girlfriends don’t work. It crushed me, but not as much as it crushed her. She was willing to return to her abusive father’s house just so I’d keep calling her my girl (he had free long distance). But I crushed her and flat out said no. To make matters worse, I did it a week or so before Christmas, mostly so I didn’t have to get her a gift as well. I got her gift in the mail around february, which happens to coincide my birthday. It felt good that I left an impression, but still I felt like a cad. My next girlfriend I got mostly because of her antagonizing my first, but that’s a story for another time.