I've gotten myself into a difficult situation.
Recently, this girl whom I have found attractive and I started flirting and the like. We found very similar interests in each other, and feelings grew.
She has a boyfriend.
Not the worst part, though. Saturday, she came over to my apartment, ostensibly to do homework, as she was failing one of her classes that I happen to have a decent amount of knowledge about. It definitely didn't happen that way, though. First, we went out and bought a tonne of Chinese food, and then we climbed in my bed and watched The Phantom of the Opera and Under the Tuscan Sun. Halfway through the second one she fell asleep, so I went around my apartment, shut off all the lights, and climbed back into bed; attempting to fall asleep. However, sleep wouldn't come, so I began doing something I do when I need to work through a problem: I monologued. I spoke of many things involving her and the current situation, and made some admissions to myself.
Then I realised that the Chinese food was still sitting out. So I got up, put it all away, and then went to the bathroom. Upon returning, I noticed that the way she moved when I got in bed wasn't characteristic of someone who was asleep. I confronted her with it, and she admitted that she wasn't, and had heard everything. D'oh. Then she told me that she had prayed for guidence whilst I was in the bathroom, for she knew not what to do. Well, shortly after this, our flirting began to intensify to include a lot of touching, and she ended up getting so turned on that she... Uh... Started to have some fun with her bad self. I few seconds later, I took over for her, and she moved to me.
However, the instant we kissed, it all came back to reality. She had a boyfriend.
We stopped. Now what? Well, we ended up having a pretty poor rest of the night. We went for a long walk, wherein she gashed her foot open on a piece of glass because she was wearing flip-flops. We eventually got to sleep at about 5:30 that morning.
She left at 11:30, the homework never started. She promised that she would continue to talk to me before she left. At this point, my feelings for her were pretty strong -- and given the way she acted toward me, I would guess that hers were just as strong, too.
It was interesting, because holding her was like holding an extension of myself. She was the most comfortable person I'd ever held, bar none. Moreso than even my mother. Hell, at several specific points during the night, our heartbeats were running in synch -- something neither of us had felt before. She also clicked with me on an intellectual level -- not only was she beautiful, but she was a geek, too. Stargate: SG1 and Stargate: Atlantis, FarScape, Star Trek: The Next Generation, Star Wars... These were all things she loved.
But now... She decided to do the right thing. I applaud her for it, honestly. She told her boyfriend, and cut off all contact with me. Completely. She's also decided never to put herself in that kind of situation again -- which, in all honesty, makes me respect her far more than anything else she could have done. If she hadn't done that, then the chance are that I would never see her as a viable girlfriend.
But now I hurt, and I don't know precisely what to do. I can't stop thinking, and she is fairly predominant in my thoughts. I've cried, a lot. Of course, I've went to all my friends for help, but there isn't much they can tell me. I already feel like **** for causing her to cheat on her boyfriend. I've already beaten myself up over it. And I know I have no right to miss her.
But I do.
God help me.
Recently, this girl whom I have found attractive and I started flirting and the like. We found very similar interests in each other, and feelings grew.
She has a boyfriend.
Not the worst part, though. Saturday, she came over to my apartment, ostensibly to do homework, as she was failing one of her classes that I happen to have a decent amount of knowledge about. It definitely didn't happen that way, though. First, we went out and bought a tonne of Chinese food, and then we climbed in my bed and watched The Phantom of the Opera and Under the Tuscan Sun. Halfway through the second one she fell asleep, so I went around my apartment, shut off all the lights, and climbed back into bed; attempting to fall asleep. However, sleep wouldn't come, so I began doing something I do when I need to work through a problem: I monologued. I spoke of many things involving her and the current situation, and made some admissions to myself.
Then I realised that the Chinese food was still sitting out. So I got up, put it all away, and then went to the bathroom. Upon returning, I noticed that the way she moved when I got in bed wasn't characteristic of someone who was asleep. I confronted her with it, and she admitted that she wasn't, and had heard everything. D'oh. Then she told me that she had prayed for guidence whilst I was in the bathroom, for she knew not what to do. Well, shortly after this, our flirting began to intensify to include a lot of touching, and she ended up getting so turned on that she... Uh... Started to have some fun with her bad self. I few seconds later, I took over for her, and she moved to me.
However, the instant we kissed, it all came back to reality. She had a boyfriend.
We stopped. Now what? Well, we ended up having a pretty poor rest of the night. We went for a long walk, wherein she gashed her foot open on a piece of glass because she was wearing flip-flops. We eventually got to sleep at about 5:30 that morning.
She left at 11:30, the homework never started. She promised that she would continue to talk to me before she left. At this point, my feelings for her were pretty strong -- and given the way she acted toward me, I would guess that hers were just as strong, too.
It was interesting, because holding her was like holding an extension of myself. She was the most comfortable person I'd ever held, bar none. Moreso than even my mother. Hell, at several specific points during the night, our heartbeats were running in synch -- something neither of us had felt before. She also clicked with me on an intellectual level -- not only was she beautiful, but she was a geek, too. Stargate: SG1 and Stargate: Atlantis, FarScape, Star Trek: The Next Generation, Star Wars... These were all things she loved.
But now... She decided to do the right thing. I applaud her for it, honestly. She told her boyfriend, and cut off all contact with me. Completely. She's also decided never to put herself in that kind of situation again -- which, in all honesty, makes me respect her far more than anything else she could have done. If she hadn't done that, then the chance are that I would never see her as a viable girlfriend.
But now I hurt, and I don't know precisely what to do. I can't stop thinking, and she is fairly predominant in my thoughts. I've cried, a lot. Of course, I've went to all my friends for help, but there isn't much they can tell me. I already feel like **** for causing her to cheat on her boyfriend. I've already beaten myself up over it. And I know I have no right to miss her.
But I do.
God help me.
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His pot is blacker than his kettle!
His pot is blacker than his kettle!