Inevitably it all has to end. . .

I’d planned on posting this tomorrow, but I got a little more free time this afternoon, so here you go. 🙂 Part I is directly below.

Alright, now where did I leave off? Oh yeah, that night at The Apartment. Man that was a crazy night! Half of the things I wasn’t there to witness, such as someone crawling around on the floor of the pizzeria next door because she was so drunk, LOL. Ohhhh my friends! But I digress. This isn’t that and that isn’t this. Back to the story of Buddy. Well that first night pretty much set the tone for our relationship, if you want to call it that. I would call it more of a tryst that lasted longer than anticipated. I had no designs on him and vice versa.

We “hung out” fairly often, but it was months before we were intimate. It wasn’t planned, but I did nothing to prevent it either. Granted I never thought I’d be losing my virginity (again another story for another day—note to self: repost virginity blog here) to someone who wasn’t my husband and add insult to injury, he wasn’t even my boyfriend (!!! yes, I am that old fashioned. I take sex seriously. Hence why I don’t sleep around even though I totally could, lol). I took it in stride a lot better than I thought I would. I had witnessed so many chicks I knew getting dickmatized and I didn’t want to go down that road.

And I didn’t! *London Tipton voice* YAY ME! We were getting it on steadily for a while. This was awesome for me because what was once dormant for so long became a beast once it was unhinged, lol. When I needed that itch scratched, he was there to oblige. There was no talk of making this arrangement into anything more than what it was. Mainly because I knew that after college I had plans to get up and get out of Illinois and the last thing I needed was an entanglement that would alter my course. At any rate, I soon had nothing to worry about on that front soon because we fell off like bad dope. I wasn’t calling him and he wasn’t calling me. It wasn’t on bad terms, we’d just drifted. (It may not have helped that I was “dating” [according to this guy, he was my boyfriend.] someone else.)

Then California came and I didn’t even think about him. I was too busy trying to sort through the issues that were going on with that to miss somebody, lol. I did get a random (and shocking!!!) phone call from him on my birthday that year and we talked for a little bit. Other than that, we were through. Then Cali folded and I was back here. Somehow (way after I got back from CA and again through myspace) we reconnected yet again. This time was a little bit different. I can’t quite say why, but I knew it was.

We hooked up a couple more times. He had some tragedy happen in his family and I tried to be there for him (as well as I could, although some would beg to differ). After that tragic event happened, we hooked up one final time. It wasn’t supposed to be the final time, but I just knew it would be. The whole thing was a bit awkward and felt like we were just doing it just to do it, lol. On that day we parted ways and when we said “goodbye” I knew it was forever goodbye and not a see ya in a few days sort of thing.

I was left feeling all sorts of confused for a while. I missed him in ways and even entertained the thought that maybe I “liked” him and wanted to pursue something more. I vacillated between wanting to call him and not giving a damn. After a bit though, I had no desire to call him and apparently he felt the same way, as he didn’t pick up his phone to dial my 10 either (Then there was the matter of that whole “I love you” text that he sent me that was SUPER weird, but other than that. . .nothing.). I won’t lie, that burned a little bit. Who the hell was he not to call me?! LOL At any rate, he went from having “Would You Mind” as his ringtone to not having a space occupied in my phone’s memory in a matter of weeks.

Every now and again, I’ll wonder what he’s up to (usually when I’m feeling some sort of way—nudge, wink), but for the most part I don’t miss him at all. We had a fun time, didn’t end on bad terms, just drifted. I’ve left out a lot of particulars, mainly to save face. Y’all don’t need to know about the time I. . .well never mind all of that. 🙂 The whole point of this was really to answer a friend’s question of “Whatever happened to that dude you were talking to?” In part, I felt like reminiscing a bit as well. I haven’t seriously dug a guy since him. Don’t read more into that than it says. 😛

Next up. . .the story of K.


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