There’s always a beginning. . .

This story is long overdue. I have a little bit of downtime right now, so I’ve decided to just get it out. In order to purge this person completely out of my system, I need to get out every emotion that I feel, felt, and/or wanted to feel for this dude. So here you go—the history of Buddy.

We met at Menards. LOL I should have not even started anything with him simply based upon where we met. The last guy I met while working there ended up putting me through IT. I figured though, that I was young and impressionable then. There was no way that this would parallel the relationship I held with K (which in itself is another story for another day). Besides all of that, I never thought he was seriously interested in me in that way. You know how some guys are natural flirts? He was that wayish.

I’d thought he was SO CUTE when I first started working there and as soon as I saw that there were returns that had to be taken to his department, I was all over it. It began with hi and bye. Sometimes we’d talk a little bit while I was walking through, but it was never on more than a platonic level. Then one day he asked for my number. I was a bit taken aback, but I gave it to him anyway. He never used it. I didn’t know what that was all about nor did a question it. We were still work friends, so whateva. Shortly after this, I left the company.

Randomly I was on my old boss’ myspace and I saw that he’d left her a comment. I did what any respectable, cautious girl would do, totally myspace stalked, lol. His was a music page (an aspiring singer/rapper—again another sign I refused to heed), so I couldn’t get any real info from it. I sent him a message basically asking if he remembered me, blah blah blah, and small talk. So we messaged back and forth for a little bit. He asked for my number again (which had changed also by this point, lol) and I gave it to him. Again, I expected nothing because we’d been here before. Plus, I was in Edwardsville at the time, finishing up my degree coursework.

Well imagine my surprise when he actually called. That first conversation we had ran the gamut from what we’d been up to lately to aspirations about what we wanted to do with our lives. Again, purely platonic and all that good stuff. So we’d talk about once a week and soon the line between platonic and not platonic was blurred, lol. (I have a problem with that, btw. Again, another post for another day) Anyway, I was coming back up to Chicago for some reason or another and I invited him out with my friends and I. It wasn’t a date, but it wasn’t NOT a date either. If that makes sense. Which 32% of the things I do and/or say, don’t. LOL

So he came out (with a friend who I felt SO bad for, btw) and we had fun. We may or may not have made out in the club. I also may or may not have been the one who initiated that whole thing, lol. I’m a makeout slut when I have one too many. We also may or may not have “lost” everyone and went to his car to make out some more. HAHA! That night was just a crazy one in general. So much happened, I lost my friends for real and ended up spending the night with him. Nothing happened really, except for a bit of slightly inappropriate touching and lots of kissing, lol.

Ok this is turning out to be a lot longer than I initially anticipated, so part II will be up later. . .


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