the room mate formally known as the good girl: a guest post

5/26/2011 The Romantic 3 Comments

Some of you may remember a story The Romantic told us a few months ago about myself, The Good Girl and the boy from work. To jog your memory a little, it was a story about post date texting and how I had never before sent one, but how it turned out to be quite successful for me because shortly thereafter he asked me on a second date. Well I would just like to give you all a little update on how things have gone with the boy from work. As The Romantic shared, the PDT went very well, and shortly after that we were dating. Now, I'm not usually one to kiss and tell, but first of all, this was really cute, and second, it makes the rest of the story so much better.

One night after work, we went back to his apartment to watch a movie, after grabbing a quick bite to eat because I hadn't eaten all day. We started the movie, and after returning to the couch after washing my hands from my meal he promptly grabbed my hand. !! I was VERY okay with this. So contently cuddling and holding hands we continued to watch the movie (can I just say that I LOVE holding hands??). The movie continues, and at one point one of the girls was wearing a fancy dress. He made some comment about how girls don't really wear dresses like that, and it turned into a conversation about prom. How exactly we got to this point I'm not sure... but nonetheless we did. So, we start talking about prom and the conversation continues something like this:

Boy from work: I never went to my senior prom.
Me: Me either, but I don't feel bad for you.
Boy from work: Because I'm a boy?
Me: Because you're a boy.
Boy from work: I really wanted to ask this one girl that I had a crush on, but I was too scared.
Me: You should have asked her! I bet she would have loved to go with you!
Boy from work: I did find out later that she liked me...
Me: See?? You should have done it!
Boy from work: I was pretty shy back then, I didn't really know how to talk to people - especially girls.
Me: Well you still should have done it. Girls like to be asked out! (here I make some face or gesture to myself meaning "hello! Prime example right here!")
Boy from work: Well... that's why I don't hesitate any more.

And then he kissed me.

So cute, right?? Well I thought it was... of course when you're dating someone, you sort of think everything they do is cute.
(please tell me that's not just me)

So time went on, and the Boy from work and I dated for about a month. A few weeks before the end of the semester we broke up because I would be leaving for the summer and we didn't want to do the long distance thing. As the semester is ending and I find myself at my last day of work, I made my goodbyes to my co-workers. But being the easily attached girl that I am, I did not really want to leave him behind or completely give him up (even though I KNEW I couldn't marry him. Why do we do these things to ourselves?? Really though. Why was I holding on to a boy that I knew wasn't right for me? Am I really just that big of a sucker for affection that I wanted it back? Even if I knew things would never go any farther with him? yes. If we're being honest that's exactly what it was. I didn't want HIM back - I just wanted his arm around me when we walked up the stairs to my apartment. I wanted my hand in his as we walked through the parking lot. I wanted his sweet kiss as he opened the car door for me before I got in. I knew he wasn't right for me, but he was good to me and the affection was GREAT to tell the truth, that I didn't want to let him go because it would mean being without all that until who knew when.) I saved my goodbye to him for last, hoping for some last desperate sign of SOMETHING. I don't even know what I was expecting. Maybe just one last kiss before I took off for the next four months? Some sign that he still cared? (yes I realize that would only make it harder to get over him - or rather the new lack of affection that would define my life for the next little while, but we girls aren't always rational...)

I was sorely disappointed.

We had managed to remain pretty good friends after we broke up and luckily work had never been awkward, but there was something different about this goodbye. It really was the first awkward time I can think of with him. Perhaps it was just because he could tell that I was still attached to him and holding and out for something and he was over me? Maybe he really didn't want to say goodbye to me either because he still liked me and just didn't know how to act? (in my defense - when we were breaking up, he made it clear that it wasn't because he didn't like me anymore, it was just because I was leaving, and that he would like to see where we were when I got back in the fall and maybe try things again). Whatever the reason was, something was different and I was disappointed by the awkwardness that was there because it had never been that way before. But I needed to get over him, right? So I left with an awkward side hug and tried not to be disappointed by my unmet expectation for who knows what.

So remember back to our first kiss? When he said he no longer hesitates? Three weeks later he was engaged to someone else.

Yep. No more hesitation for the Boy from work.

The Good Girl

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Kelli said...

You should have seen my face when I read that last bolded paragraph! Seriously, my face had "Oh, shoot! No he didn't!" written all over it.

Sorry about that. But it is definitely a good story. :)

Emily Love said...

My mouth was hanging open when I read that last part. I met my husband and we were married within 7 months and I thought that was a little nuts. When I hear about these 3 week-ers I just think to myself, "Who are these people?!"

I cannot tell you how accurately you articulated exactly what I do with boys I know won't work for me. It was eerie.