There was a boy i dated briefly when i was 24. I met him during one of the break-ups that happened over the years between me and ''The Brit''. He was tall, dark and cute... Turned out he was 10days younger than i am and acted every minute of those 10days. He was one of those guys that really pisses one's friends off... Did he piss my friends off? You bet!!!
He had this habit of asking me out for drinks, dinner or whatever and then into our second drink or so, he'd mention that he was broke which meant that i ended up paying the bills all the time. As a test, i told him 2months before valentine's day that he'd take me out and he'd have to pay the bill which he readily agreed to... You can just imagine how angry i was when he went to buy me a long-sleeved top (i don't like long-sleeves, they itch) with a card and proceeded to tell me he couldn't afford to take me out... I hated the top and the only thing i really wanted was to go out with someone on valentine's day. I had never been asked out on valentine before by anyone and even now, i do not have any memory of valentine's day spent with anyone. I walked away from him that day and never answered his calls neither did i call him after then until my birthday 3years later. He called to say ''Happy Birthday'' and i invited him for the gig Eve was throwing for me at Reloaded. He came, i said ''hello'' and gave him a bottle of hennessy to share with the friends he came with and that was it for that day but we started talking after that.
Somehow, we ended up in my bed one day when he came to visit and it just kind of flowed from there. I'd always known he's emotionally unavailable but what did it matter? I was getting good sex conveniently and that was all that counted... He didn't want to have a proper relationship with me and that was fine as long as he came in late and left very early... We never go out anywhere we'd be seen together... He was the perfect ''until i find someone'' boyfriend but he had an annoying habit of telling me he loves me everytime. Maybe he assumed that that'll make up for his emotional handicap or maybe he thought it was something i'd like to hear. He probably didn't want to lose the fringe benefits, who know? I didn't mind it at all until the last time he came to see me and was upset i didn't tell him i loved him as well...
I refused to go down that road because i do not love him... i like him well enough and that ought to be that, right? There probably is another woman someone who'd fall in love with a guy who keeps his eyes open when kissing... Until him, i'd never met a anyone who kisses with their eyes open neither have i met anyone like that after him. First time i kissed him, i was really getting into it (he's a great kisser) when i realised there was something amiss so, i opened my eyes and found myself staring into his very open eyes... I asked him and he said something about liking the look on a woman's face when he's kissing her... WHAT????? I didn't kiss him again after that but i don't object to his kisses below my waist... They were marvelous but now that i'm back with ''The Brit'' and getting all he gives plus extra, i could do without the wahala...
Now, he's called to say he wants to come visit me tonight... I told him i'd just moved to a new and bigger place and do not have a bed yet, maybe in a week... wink wink...
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Bee
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
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