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07-24-2012, 05:43 AM
Introduction
The day she walked into my life, I knew right then and there I would never be the same. Her beauty was astounding but the beauty on the inside was covered by a cold black sheath that only was revealed by lies and deceit. I never thought a person could reveal so much about who they are and be blinded by the transcendence into love at their true self. Now, I’m not saying that she was a terrible person from the beginning but put up a front so I couldn’t figure out her true raw self.
Her name was Chelsea, now it was by random chance that we would meet and find each other in this big world of twists and turns. I was working my way through college at Chi-Chi’s and wasn’t looking for love but just a good time like another man my age. All the guys at work would always want our manager to hire good looking women; seriously what kind of guy doesn’t want to work with a hot *** woman and hope maybe he can **** her. For the most part at Chi-Chi’s we worked with not very many attractive women and the ones who were, very few keep in mind, were already married or in a relationship. ****ing bummer right? I didn’t even know she worked there for about a month because I was off doing my own thing. Basically partying and trying to hook up with women.
At this particular time it was Halloween in Madison. For those of you that don’t know the Madison Halloween Party is a pretty extravagant booze and ****fest. All you do is dress up in a somewhat decent costume and go from house party to house party to the bar. As we all know Halloween is the time for women to dress as skanky as possible and can get away with it because it’s Halloween. As for myself I was dressed up as Murphy McManus from The Boondocks Saints, mainly going for a costume that made me look good and crack through women’s first thoughts by them thinking, “ Hey that guy looks pretty damn good!”
We started off our journey by leaving Milwaukee at about two in the afternoon and arrived at our friend Mitch’s house around 3:30 pm. Obviously on the ride up all of us were pretty ****ing excited to party all weekend long with 1,000’s of other college kids ready to through their inhibitions to the wind. We started off the day drinking a few Miller Lites and then moved into to the Rumplminze shots as our pre-gaming was coming to an end and needed to get our buzzes going a little bit quicker. Before we knew it we were pretty lit at this point and about 15 people joined our little shin dig. We made our way to the brothel, I know what you’re thinking but it wasn’t a legitimate whore house but a house that sheltered about ten women. In my eyes you can’t really go wrong with that kind of ratio of women. But wow was I wrong, there weren’t too many lookers in the bunch and they were all just sitting around doing nothing. IT’S ****ING HALLOWEEN; I DON’T WAN’T TO SIT AROUND DOING NOTHING! So I was trying to bail out of that scene as soon as possible. But my friends Mitch, Derrick, and Antonio wanted to stay for awhile. At least my friend Bert was on my side about leaving that lame *** house in our rear view mirror. It took quite the convincing but after about an hour in that boring shack I got me and my friends out of there. It was time to make my moves on some different women.
Now I knew this girl Millie up in Madison that I hooked up with a few months before. Go figure she happens to be the roommate of Lawrence’s girlfriend Kelly. Lawrence just happens to be a guy I work with at Chi-Chi’s. I didn’t know too much about him because he was the quiet shy guy who never really talked at work. Millie was a bit bigger but hey, its whatever. All women are beautiful in their own way and are like a drug. We ended up going to their house around 11 or so and continued the drinking. Of course she wants’ to do shots of tequila, something that I have hated all my life. But I had to man up and take one with her so I didn’t look like I was a pussy or something. It seems kind of stupid to say that you’re a pussy for not taking a shot, but it does change someone’s perspective on you for some weird reason I can’t explain. We continued were we left off last time and talked about our interests and all that other **** you talk to women about. It kind of seemed she wasn’t really digging me all that much anymore until we went to the bar. For one reason or another if a girl see’s you talking to another girl they automatically want what their missing out on. So she comes to find me and then after another brief conversation we started making out at the bar and couldn’t wait to get back to her house to finish what we started. The night becomes a little bit hazy from the copious amounts of alcohol consumed. But I do remember being a gentleman and giving her my coat on our long cold stroll back to house. The walk seemed like it really didn’t take that long considering the fact I knew I was going to get laid when I got back her house.
I’m pretty sure everyone else just passed out on the couches in the living room while I was sitting on her bed waiting for her. Many thoughts were racing through my mind at this point, are we going to have sex or are we just fool around with out too much going on. The lights went off and it was time to make a move to make this night a little bit more interesting, I slowly moved closer to her and gently kissed her and then the fun began. As all foreplay begins we were making out with a little bit of tongue sucking, I don’t know why but this has always turned me on. Now I like to work the hands a bit gently caressing her breasts and slowly moving down to her panty line just slowly going back and forth along it. I went down for some cunnilingus, there’s no better way to get a girl going than having a mouth full of pussy. Of course she returned the favor for awhile by taking my semi-hard **** in her mouth. But when the time came to ****, guess who didn’t have a raincoat? Yep, that’s right this guy. So at about 3 in the morning I’m stumbling around her leaving room asking my friends if they had a condom, of course no one does. My Last resort is to knock on Lawrence’s girlfriend’s door to see if they had one I could use. Hallelujah! Lawrence comes through in the clutch and supplies me with a much needed necessity at this point.
Slowly but surely stumbling my way back into her bed, where she’s been waiting for me. Than all of the sudden, the most embarrassing thing that can happen to a guy in this position happens. Whiskey dick, the unthinkable. For you non alcoholics out there, this is where the copious amounts of booze come back to bite you in the *** and prevents your dick from becoming fully erect. She blows me for a bit, but it was pretty much useless at this point, GOD DAMMIT; is the only thought that is passing through my head. “It’s okay, it happens to a lot of guys”, Millie said. But my ego was already shattered and we both just went to bed.
Waking up at eight in the morning with a pounding hangover headache is always a great way to start your day. For a brief moment I forgot about the events that transpired last night but then as I was looking for my pants on her floor the memories came swarming back. “Great Night” was the first thought that popped into my head. I mean **** happens at least we fooled around for a bit and there was the possibility that she did want to have sex with me. The walk of shame for me wasn’t that bad back to Mitch’s house and of course I told the guys the story of how my night went. Laughs ensued but for the most part they didn’t make a big deal out of it because it can happen to anyone and at least happened to two of them before. The perfect hangover breakfast consisting of McDonald’s egg McMuffins always turns a bad night into a good day. On our way home every except for Bert who was driving passed out and before we knew it we were all home passed out in our beds as the day turned into night and our Madison adventure was over until next year.
My adventures in Madison took their toll and I learned some valuable life lessons through my experiences. Millie and I talked for a week or two after that but eventually she just faded away as most women do in my life. I’m not saying that’s what I like but it’s the way the world works for me right now. Eventually I made my way back to work and was startled to see what was standing at the host stand at Chi-Chi’s. Standing before my eyes was an absolutely gorgeous girl with beautiful brown hair and a curvaceous body. For a moment I thought I was mistaken because Chi-Chi’s wasn’t known for hiring good looking women, usually they hire beasts that have a resemblance to an ogre.
Before I knew my legs starting moving and took me to where she was standing. To tell you the truth I was a bit nervous about talking to her but than some words finally mumbled out of mouth. Mostly small talk, you know the kind of conversations those hold; meaningless dribble that beats standing in an awkward silence. First contact was made with a woman I did not know that could change my life so drastically in this game we call love.
For the next couple of weeks my life remained the same going from bars to parties and hoping to find the next piece of *** I could slay. There were a couple of good ****s and sucks but it eventually got old. Most of you are thinking, “What the **** is this guy talking about?” But to me that existence started to become meaningless and repetitive. Nobody wants to meet a woman in the bar; let’s face half of them are there to possibly get ****ed from some random guy and never talk to them again. Meaningless sex soon becomes a mechanical function that is repeated because your body wants the wonderful sensation that it provides. But is this how I really want to keep going? Soon after that epiphany I began thinking about this beautiful girl that I worked with and maybe she’s the one I was looking for.
It wasn’t long before we exchanged number’s, I remember that as if it was yesterday. She was going downtown for her birthday and asked if I would like to come and partake in some birthday festivities. Needless to say I was excited and overwhelmed with joy to hang out with an amazing woman. But our plans fell through and she stayed in Muskego and went to the bars out there. Normally I would have no problem driving out somewhere to spend time with a woman but I already had one Driving under the Influence and didn’t want to risk getting another one. So it was easy enough to say we could meet up a different night with no harm no foul.
After I had her number I began sending text just to learn more about this mysterious girl that intrigued me to no ends. As we started talking I learned about whom she was and what she wanted to be. She told me about her childhood and how she was raised in a good home with a great family. Although her childhood kind of made her a little bit of a weirdo in my eyes with some of the stories it made her unique. For instance she told me about how her and her best friend Diana would take baths with each other all the time and would even call each other to take baths. They also gave each other some goofy nicknames that made no sense. Chelsea’s nickname had a few changes to it; first it was ****, yes that’s right a 12 year old girl with the nickname ****. Obviously her mother objected to that and told her you don’t want to be going around middle school getting called ****. Eventually they changed it to roach after **** roach, I don’t know why they would think this a pretty sweet name but it stuck. Once she told me this it was forever her name in my eyes. They would do quite peculiar things but who am I to judge we all did weird **** as kids. Its little stories like these that let me peer into who she really was.
We spent a lot of our time texting and talking on the phone over the next two weeks. I’m not talking about those phone conversations that lasted for ten minutes but the ones that lasted for hours on end and it was like time didn’t exist. We would stay up until the sun peaked over the horizon and we both realized it was time to go to bed. It’s hard to find a connection with someone that you can talk to all night and have that conversation never having an awkward pause. I did cherish those moments, those rare times when you truly connect with someone and you can just feel it.
We did what normal people do, go out on dates to the movies, nice restaurants and just hung out at each others’ houses. Now, I am a romantic, I like to surprise her with flowers at random times just to make her feel special. Things were great. Now Valentine’s Day was approaching and I was a bit worried. I knew we weren’t together very long so I wasn’t sure what to get her. But, I remembered how much she like “The Hunger Games” books and wanted them and that she used to be a dancer. So at first I got some nice flowers, a bouquet of lilies; they were her favorite flowers, especially yellow. Then I decided that salsa dancing was a good gift, but I was kind of weary about it, so I got the books too. That night I brought her the flowers to work and later on we went to the Cheesecake Factory. It was a good night, even though I got nothing in return, her company was enough for me.
Everything was amazing. Granted we both lived at home with our parents, we made the best of it. Everything was going fine, until one fateful night that seemed to change the course of everything.
The Tide Has Turned
Like any other kid that just turned 21, I was going to the bars and drinking heavily with my boys. So one evening after a long night of drinking and being at the bars I decided to call Chelsea. Now I didn’t remember what I said or did until that morning and my friends had to remind me. What I basically said was things like are you with other guys? Do you hook up with your friends? In the long run I believe I was trying to find out if we were exclusive in some dumbass way. Right then and there I know I did something bad and try to apologize. But she didn’t except it and would hold that meaningless conversation to a very high standard. I never knew that a drunken phone call could cause such a ripple in a relationship that it caused the end. I mean really? Who take what a ****ing drunk person says literally? I know a few of you are saying, “The drunken mind speaks the sober heart.” Bull****, that works to a point; you can’t take a literal meaning from a guy who is barely coherent and base that he doesn’t trust you.
After about a week or two it seemed as though she let it go, but I was wrong. It became harder and harder to get her to hangout; for the most part she just ditched me. Every time I asked her to hangout she would say yes, but then something would come up that night or she just wouldn’t respond. She never directly told me anything about how she felt and just kept me going like we would be fine and get over this ****; once again I was wrong. Slowly my heart was breaking and there was nothing I could do about it. The last straw was when I wanted to take her to “The Hunger Games” movie with my two friends that were dating, Richard and Pauline. That night she was at dinner with her family and said that a later showing would work, but it didn’t. After asking her a few times if this time would work or this one I gave up. My friends and I were waiting for two hours for her to figure it out. Finally us three just went without her. Later that night she told me that she ended up having drinks with her family and that’s why she didn’t respond and got caught up in conversations. After that night I knew it was over and that’s the way it was.
After awhile of this I started becoming angry because I didn’t know how else to react and would say mean **** just to get a rise out of her and make her feel the way I did. We were just texting back and forth talking **** to each other for weeks. I know now that it was childish and mean, but love makes you do dumb ****. Working together was the hardest part, attempting to go through a day without speaking to each other but still having to be in each other’s presence was unbearable. It ****ing sucked. I started trying to pursue other women at the bars, but I was still heartbroken over the girl who got away. The girl of my dreams just got done walking out of my life.
As time went on we started become civil with towards one another and eventually became friends again. For awhile I couldn’t be friends with someone who broke my heart, but after awhile I decided I want her in my life in some way, even if it means being friends. We developed a deep bond with each other that cannot be explained and pulls me towards her. If friends are what we are suppose to be and nothing more, I’ll take that than losing her completely.
The day she walked into my life, I knew right then and there I would never be the same. Her beauty was astounding but the beauty on the inside was covered by a cold black sheath that only was revealed by lies and deceit. I never thought a person could reveal so much about who they are and be blinded by the transcendence into love at their true self. Now, I’m not saying that she was a terrible person from the beginning but put up a front so I couldn’t figure out her true raw self.
Her name was Chelsea, now it was by random chance that we would meet and find each other in this big world of twists and turns. I was working my way through college at Chi-Chi’s and wasn’t looking for love but just a good time like another man my age. All the guys at work would always want our manager to hire good looking women; seriously what kind of guy doesn’t want to work with a hot *** woman and hope maybe he can **** her. For the most part at Chi-Chi’s we worked with not very many attractive women and the ones who were, very few keep in mind, were already married or in a relationship. ****ing bummer right? I didn’t even know she worked there for about a month because I was off doing my own thing. Basically partying and trying to hook up with women.
At this particular time it was Halloween in Madison. For those of you that don’t know the Madison Halloween Party is a pretty extravagant booze and ****fest. All you do is dress up in a somewhat decent costume and go from house party to house party to the bar. As we all know Halloween is the time for women to dress as skanky as possible and can get away with it because it’s Halloween. As for myself I was dressed up as Murphy McManus from The Boondocks Saints, mainly going for a costume that made me look good and crack through women’s first thoughts by them thinking, “ Hey that guy looks pretty damn good!”
We started off our journey by leaving Milwaukee at about two in the afternoon and arrived at our friend Mitch’s house around 3:30 pm. Obviously on the ride up all of us were pretty ****ing excited to party all weekend long with 1,000’s of other college kids ready to through their inhibitions to the wind. We started off the day drinking a few Miller Lites and then moved into to the Rumplminze shots as our pre-gaming was coming to an end and needed to get our buzzes going a little bit quicker. Before we knew it we were pretty lit at this point and about 15 people joined our little shin dig. We made our way to the brothel, I know what you’re thinking but it wasn’t a legitimate whore house but a house that sheltered about ten women. In my eyes you can’t really go wrong with that kind of ratio of women. But wow was I wrong, there weren’t too many lookers in the bunch and they were all just sitting around doing nothing. IT’S ****ING HALLOWEEN; I DON’T WAN’T TO SIT AROUND DOING NOTHING! So I was trying to bail out of that scene as soon as possible. But my friends Mitch, Derrick, and Antonio wanted to stay for awhile. At least my friend Bert was on my side about leaving that lame *** house in our rear view mirror. It took quite the convincing but after about an hour in that boring shack I got me and my friends out of there. It was time to make my moves on some different women.
Now I knew this girl Millie up in Madison that I hooked up with a few months before. Go figure she happens to be the roommate of Lawrence’s girlfriend Kelly. Lawrence just happens to be a guy I work with at Chi-Chi’s. I didn’t know too much about him because he was the quiet shy guy who never really talked at work. Millie was a bit bigger but hey, its whatever. All women are beautiful in their own way and are like a drug. We ended up going to their house around 11 or so and continued the drinking. Of course she wants’ to do shots of tequila, something that I have hated all my life. But I had to man up and take one with her so I didn’t look like I was a pussy or something. It seems kind of stupid to say that you’re a pussy for not taking a shot, but it does change someone’s perspective on you for some weird reason I can’t explain. We continued were we left off last time and talked about our interests and all that other **** you talk to women about. It kind of seemed she wasn’t really digging me all that much anymore until we went to the bar. For one reason or another if a girl see’s you talking to another girl they automatically want what their missing out on. So she comes to find me and then after another brief conversation we started making out at the bar and couldn’t wait to get back to her house to finish what we started. The night becomes a little bit hazy from the copious amounts of alcohol consumed. But I do remember being a gentleman and giving her my coat on our long cold stroll back to house. The walk seemed like it really didn’t take that long considering the fact I knew I was going to get laid when I got back her house.
I’m pretty sure everyone else just passed out on the couches in the living room while I was sitting on her bed waiting for her. Many thoughts were racing through my mind at this point, are we going to have sex or are we just fool around with out too much going on. The lights went off and it was time to make a move to make this night a little bit more interesting, I slowly moved closer to her and gently kissed her and then the fun began. As all foreplay begins we were making out with a little bit of tongue sucking, I don’t know why but this has always turned me on. Now I like to work the hands a bit gently caressing her breasts and slowly moving down to her panty line just slowly going back and forth along it. I went down for some cunnilingus, there’s no better way to get a girl going than having a mouth full of pussy. Of course she returned the favor for awhile by taking my semi-hard **** in her mouth. But when the time came to ****, guess who didn’t have a raincoat? Yep, that’s right this guy. So at about 3 in the morning I’m stumbling around her leaving room asking my friends if they had a condom, of course no one does. My Last resort is to knock on Lawrence’s girlfriend’s door to see if they had one I could use. Hallelujah! Lawrence comes through in the clutch and supplies me with a much needed necessity at this point.
Slowly but surely stumbling my way back into her bed, where she’s been waiting for me. Than all of the sudden, the most embarrassing thing that can happen to a guy in this position happens. Whiskey dick, the unthinkable. For you non alcoholics out there, this is where the copious amounts of booze come back to bite you in the *** and prevents your dick from becoming fully erect. She blows me for a bit, but it was pretty much useless at this point, GOD DAMMIT; is the only thought that is passing through my head. “It’s okay, it happens to a lot of guys”, Millie said. But my ego was already shattered and we both just went to bed.
Waking up at eight in the morning with a pounding hangover headache is always a great way to start your day. For a brief moment I forgot about the events that transpired last night but then as I was looking for my pants on her floor the memories came swarming back. “Great Night” was the first thought that popped into my head. I mean **** happens at least we fooled around for a bit and there was the possibility that she did want to have sex with me. The walk of shame for me wasn’t that bad back to Mitch’s house and of course I told the guys the story of how my night went. Laughs ensued but for the most part they didn’t make a big deal out of it because it can happen to anyone and at least happened to two of them before. The perfect hangover breakfast consisting of McDonald’s egg McMuffins always turns a bad night into a good day. On our way home every except for Bert who was driving passed out and before we knew it we were all home passed out in our beds as the day turned into night and our Madison adventure was over until next year.
My adventures in Madison took their toll and I learned some valuable life lessons through my experiences. Millie and I talked for a week or two after that but eventually she just faded away as most women do in my life. I’m not saying that’s what I like but it’s the way the world works for me right now. Eventually I made my way back to work and was startled to see what was standing at the host stand at Chi-Chi’s. Standing before my eyes was an absolutely gorgeous girl with beautiful brown hair and a curvaceous body. For a moment I thought I was mistaken because Chi-Chi’s wasn’t known for hiring good looking women, usually they hire beasts that have a resemblance to an ogre.
Before I knew my legs starting moving and took me to where she was standing. To tell you the truth I was a bit nervous about talking to her but than some words finally mumbled out of mouth. Mostly small talk, you know the kind of conversations those hold; meaningless dribble that beats standing in an awkward silence. First contact was made with a woman I did not know that could change my life so drastically in this game we call love.
For the next couple of weeks my life remained the same going from bars to parties and hoping to find the next piece of *** I could slay. There were a couple of good ****s and sucks but it eventually got old. Most of you are thinking, “What the **** is this guy talking about?” But to me that existence started to become meaningless and repetitive. Nobody wants to meet a woman in the bar; let’s face half of them are there to possibly get ****ed from some random guy and never talk to them again. Meaningless sex soon becomes a mechanical function that is repeated because your body wants the wonderful sensation that it provides. But is this how I really want to keep going? Soon after that epiphany I began thinking about this beautiful girl that I worked with and maybe she’s the one I was looking for.
It wasn’t long before we exchanged number’s, I remember that as if it was yesterday. She was going downtown for her birthday and asked if I would like to come and partake in some birthday festivities. Needless to say I was excited and overwhelmed with joy to hang out with an amazing woman. But our plans fell through and she stayed in Muskego and went to the bars out there. Normally I would have no problem driving out somewhere to spend time with a woman but I already had one Driving under the Influence and didn’t want to risk getting another one. So it was easy enough to say we could meet up a different night with no harm no foul.
After I had her number I began sending text just to learn more about this mysterious girl that intrigued me to no ends. As we started talking I learned about whom she was and what she wanted to be. She told me about her childhood and how she was raised in a good home with a great family. Although her childhood kind of made her a little bit of a weirdo in my eyes with some of the stories it made her unique. For instance she told me about how her and her best friend Diana would take baths with each other all the time and would even call each other to take baths. They also gave each other some goofy nicknames that made no sense. Chelsea’s nickname had a few changes to it; first it was ****, yes that’s right a 12 year old girl with the nickname ****. Obviously her mother objected to that and told her you don’t want to be going around middle school getting called ****. Eventually they changed it to roach after **** roach, I don’t know why they would think this a pretty sweet name but it stuck. Once she told me this it was forever her name in my eyes. They would do quite peculiar things but who am I to judge we all did weird **** as kids. Its little stories like these that let me peer into who she really was.
We spent a lot of our time texting and talking on the phone over the next two weeks. I’m not talking about those phone conversations that lasted for ten minutes but the ones that lasted for hours on end and it was like time didn’t exist. We would stay up until the sun peaked over the horizon and we both realized it was time to go to bed. It’s hard to find a connection with someone that you can talk to all night and have that conversation never having an awkward pause. I did cherish those moments, those rare times when you truly connect with someone and you can just feel it.
We did what normal people do, go out on dates to the movies, nice restaurants and just hung out at each others’ houses. Now, I am a romantic, I like to surprise her with flowers at random times just to make her feel special. Things were great. Now Valentine’s Day was approaching and I was a bit worried. I knew we weren’t together very long so I wasn’t sure what to get her. But, I remembered how much she like “The Hunger Games” books and wanted them and that she used to be a dancer. So at first I got some nice flowers, a bouquet of lilies; they were her favorite flowers, especially yellow. Then I decided that salsa dancing was a good gift, but I was kind of weary about it, so I got the books too. That night I brought her the flowers to work and later on we went to the Cheesecake Factory. It was a good night, even though I got nothing in return, her company was enough for me.
Everything was amazing. Granted we both lived at home with our parents, we made the best of it. Everything was going fine, until one fateful night that seemed to change the course of everything.
The Tide Has Turned
Like any other kid that just turned 21, I was going to the bars and drinking heavily with my boys. So one evening after a long night of drinking and being at the bars I decided to call Chelsea. Now I didn’t remember what I said or did until that morning and my friends had to remind me. What I basically said was things like are you with other guys? Do you hook up with your friends? In the long run I believe I was trying to find out if we were exclusive in some dumbass way. Right then and there I know I did something bad and try to apologize. But she didn’t except it and would hold that meaningless conversation to a very high standard. I never knew that a drunken phone call could cause such a ripple in a relationship that it caused the end. I mean really? Who take what a ****ing drunk person says literally? I know a few of you are saying, “The drunken mind speaks the sober heart.” Bull****, that works to a point; you can’t take a literal meaning from a guy who is barely coherent and base that he doesn’t trust you.
After about a week or two it seemed as though she let it go, but I was wrong. It became harder and harder to get her to hangout; for the most part she just ditched me. Every time I asked her to hangout she would say yes, but then something would come up that night or she just wouldn’t respond. She never directly told me anything about how she felt and just kept me going like we would be fine and get over this ****; once again I was wrong. Slowly my heart was breaking and there was nothing I could do about it. The last straw was when I wanted to take her to “The Hunger Games” movie with my two friends that were dating, Richard and Pauline. That night she was at dinner with her family and said that a later showing would work, but it didn’t. After asking her a few times if this time would work or this one I gave up. My friends and I were waiting for two hours for her to figure it out. Finally us three just went without her. Later that night she told me that she ended up having drinks with her family and that’s why she didn’t respond and got caught up in conversations. After that night I knew it was over and that’s the way it was.
After awhile of this I started becoming angry because I didn’t know how else to react and would say mean **** just to get a rise out of her and make her feel the way I did. We were just texting back and forth talking **** to each other for weeks. I know now that it was childish and mean, but love makes you do dumb ****. Working together was the hardest part, attempting to go through a day without speaking to each other but still having to be in each other’s presence was unbearable. It ****ing sucked. I started trying to pursue other women at the bars, but I was still heartbroken over the girl who got away. The girl of my dreams just got done walking out of my life.
As time went on we started become civil with towards one another and eventually became friends again. For awhile I couldn’t be friends with someone who broke my heart, but after awhile I decided I want her in my life in some way, even if it means being friends. We developed a deep bond with each other that cannot be explained and pulls me towards her. If friends are what we are suppose to be and nothing more, I’ll take that than losing her completely.