glorificus
Virgin
I'm sorry if you don't want to listen to my problems but I didn't know where else to go.
So at the start of the year I met this guy and we started hitting it off, I met someone who was nice and not bitchy and judgemental like all the others - he was 27, 28 now and i'm only 22, he said he doesn't normally bother with my age bracket, and on the first date I kept telling myself, if he's not interested at lease we had this day, and it was a really sweet first date, we just talked all day and went to the park and watched the clouds. Anyway he invited me over that weekend - he lives in Melbourne and I'm about 2.5 hours away on public transport, also I've never stayed over at a strangers house before and I was a complete virgin at the time, but we ended up doing it (and he was really sweet and good about it being my first time)
And since then I've pretty much been over to his place every weekend, we went to Midsumma together and he was really sweet and affectionate and for once I was happy, met his friends, got along well made a whole new circle of friends and got back into the art scene, my illustrations were getting better and better - but we were never officially a couple just fuck buddies, only we naturally acted like a couple together. And he did sleep with others on the side the weekends I couldn't come up, and would tell me about it. Then I went to Romania for 2 months to do volunteer work and we would write each other emails how much we miss each other, and when I got back he brought up the topic of relationships and said he wouldn't mind being in one with me but wasn't quite ready yet.
But as a couple of months went on, one night he called me and said he agreed to go on a date with someone and apologised and wanted to know how I felt about it - because we weren't officially together and I didn't want to smother him I told him he had every right to, then he said we'll discuss it more that weekend. So after a long bus, train and tram ride to his place he tells me as soon as I get in the door that the date went well and there will be more and I got upset and then he got upset about me being upset and then I got upset more seeing him upset, it was pretty depressing and he ended up basically kicking me out because he thought it would be better if i were home while he figured stuff out, then we spoke on the internet and I told him exactly how I felt about him and how I felt used, and he said he was conflicted and give him time, then about an hour later he rang me in tears saying he made a mistake and wanted me back and it would be stupid to throw away what we had and to try for a relationship. I thought okay I'll give him a second chance, that following weekend I was still shaken up so I told him i couldn't come and so the weekend later I came up and it was like it never happened, only he then tells me saturday that he likes the things the way they are now, that he still wants to fuck around and that he's still conflicted with this other guy, and I just thought - wait, you said you chose me, now you take it all back? But i was too scared to say anything, and the whole time there I just felt like I was being compared to this other guy, and on the way home I just felt so depressed and messed up (hat sinking heartbreaking feeling) It hurts to be with him now and it hurts to be without him and I should tell him but I don't want to start something and i've been hurt way too many times before in the past, I'm kicking myself for letting it happen again
So at the start of the year I met this guy and we started hitting it off, I met someone who was nice and not bitchy and judgemental like all the others - he was 27, 28 now and i'm only 22, he said he doesn't normally bother with my age bracket, and on the first date I kept telling myself, if he's not interested at lease we had this day, and it was a really sweet first date, we just talked all day and went to the park and watched the clouds. Anyway he invited me over that weekend - he lives in Melbourne and I'm about 2.5 hours away on public transport, also I've never stayed over at a strangers house before and I was a complete virgin at the time, but we ended up doing it (and he was really sweet and good about it being my first time)
And since then I've pretty much been over to his place every weekend, we went to Midsumma together and he was really sweet and affectionate and for once I was happy, met his friends, got along well made a whole new circle of friends and got back into the art scene, my illustrations were getting better and better - but we were never officially a couple just fuck buddies, only we naturally acted like a couple together. And he did sleep with others on the side the weekends I couldn't come up, and would tell me about it. Then I went to Romania for 2 months to do volunteer work and we would write each other emails how much we miss each other, and when I got back he brought up the topic of relationships and said he wouldn't mind being in one with me but wasn't quite ready yet.
But as a couple of months went on, one night he called me and said he agreed to go on a date with someone and apologised and wanted to know how I felt about it - because we weren't officially together and I didn't want to smother him I told him he had every right to, then he said we'll discuss it more that weekend. So after a long bus, train and tram ride to his place he tells me as soon as I get in the door that the date went well and there will be more and I got upset and then he got upset about me being upset and then I got upset more seeing him upset, it was pretty depressing and he ended up basically kicking me out because he thought it would be better if i were home while he figured stuff out, then we spoke on the internet and I told him exactly how I felt about him and how I felt used, and he said he was conflicted and give him time, then about an hour later he rang me in tears saying he made a mistake and wanted me back and it would be stupid to throw away what we had and to try for a relationship. I thought okay I'll give him a second chance, that following weekend I was still shaken up so I told him i couldn't come and so the weekend later I came up and it was like it never happened, only he then tells me saturday that he likes the things the way they are now, that he still wants to fuck around and that he's still conflicted with this other guy, and I just thought - wait, you said you chose me, now you take it all back? But i was too scared to say anything, and the whole time there I just felt like I was being compared to this other guy, and on the way home I just felt so depressed and messed up (hat sinking heartbreaking feeling) It hurts to be with him now and it hurts to be without him and I should tell him but I don't want to start something and i've been hurt way too many times before in the past, I'm kicking myself for letting it happen again


















