Just about everyone has a seemingly different relationship but, somehow, you are always able to relate to someone else's. Right?
I'm going to let you in on me and my lover's relationship, in hopes that you will be able to relate or maybe find answers to questions you have been having about your relationships too. This is not to say that I am some love guru, expert, or counselor. Just your average Jane, in a complicated relationship with her average Joe.
Part 1: The Only Part That Is Actually Different
Jan. 5th, 2017
Our first official, unofficial date. We went to the LEGENDARY (Raisin') Canes. Yes, I was nervous, but of course you weren't. I walked in only to see you standing there waiting for me, and then after a brief exchange of looks you mock me and my lack of effort to get there in a timely manner. I remember one of the first things I did when we sat down to eat was pull out my phone, because like I always do, I was going to take a picture of my food and put it on my Snapchat... but instead, I took a picture of you. I actually enjoyed getting to talk to you in person. Getting to know such an odd being. An odd thing to think of at the time would've been "do I see a future in this man?" Because let's be honest, I didn't. I saw a sex toy. I saw a fling. I saw a one time thing. I didn't see myself falling in love with anyone else because I couldn't even love myself. But that's another story. You liked to play with fire, and I, I was a flame. "Bet you won't." Do you remember those 3 words lover? The three words that led to a 20 oz. lemonade in your lap. Oh yes, the lemonade. The thing we will remember the most. The thing that will never make me forget you chasing me around the entire building and when we stopped to catch our breath, you told me how nice my yoga pants were, and how they made my ass look smaller than usual. I'll never forget that day in January when you unintentionally stole my heart. I'll never forget that day in January where we broke the ice, and started a fire. Granted we never sought to be here, but I'll never regret the fact that we are.
Part 2: I Was the Other Woman
Unfortunate, to say the least, that most of you can relate. Being the other man, or like myself, woman. I was well aware that someone was already in the picture, but let me explain why this is so different.
From what I can remember, we were already in mid conversation when she came up. Not that I didn't already know that you were intimately involved with another woman, I just didn't want to hear about it. I hate to admit it, but I had a crush on you that had been marinating in between my thighs since I met you that June. So in a very selfish manner, you told me she was leaving, and I was happy. I was happy because I wasn't thinking with my head. I knew you were upset, and lover, if you are reading this, please know that I did care that you were upset. But you seem to have gotten over it quickly.
Now, well before we started seeing one another, you had told me that you two were broken up. I believed you. I had no choice to, because you seemed to have brought it up almost every time we got together. You also reiterated that if we were to continue to see each other, that there was going to be an expiration date to "Us." You know, now that I think about it, I also remember me telling you, "I hope you aren't catching feelings for me," and then also that "I'm not the kind of person you would want to be with... trust me."
But you didn't trust me.
And you managed to push out the fact that I had feelings for you, before you admitted you had some too.
So one date turned into two, one night turned into many, and that one month turned into, now, eight.