Moser
Refugee
I met someone who I thought was special. We had an oddly large amounts of things in common, and became close. Next thing you know, we take the next step, get physical and what not, and spend a lot of time together. Emotionally, I was at a high. I thought I actually found someone who cared and understood me. Life felt good.
Then, shortly afterward I see her less and less. She says she's busy and I understand. College is rough and time-consuming. We don't make things official because because we have enough obligations already. Anyway, I see her less and less, and pretty soon I'm a nervous and emotional wreck. She was on my mind all the time, and it was pretty much kinda driving me insane. I don't know what's going on and she's sending me the mixed signals.
So in that state of mind, I call her and ask what's going on. She tells me that everything between us was just a thing and that she never wanted to pursue it beyond that. I try my best to understand. I feel rejected and what not. Oh, well. Nothing new. It's part of life and I'll move on. She didn't want things to get serious. She was in college. No need for a boyfriend at the moment. I get it. It hurts, but at least I knew the answers now.
The next day she tells me she's seeing some dude. I was shocked, but I hid it from her. I didn't know what to think. I got even more messed up and started hitting the booze. My friends noticed, and wouldn't tell them what was up. My best friend knew the situation. I didn't tell him the situation. She told him. And he told me who the guy was. Some 25 year old who lived with his parents. He didn't go to our college but attended the frat and dance parties.My buddy had asked her why she would go for some dude like that, and she replied "I like dancers".
Well, that hurt even more, and I wish I didn't know the truth. I eventually stumble upon them making out in a floor lobby and the dude's an obvious loser (I'm not saying that in jealousy or anger, etc. You know a loser when you see one).
All this happened in a relative short time. I want to be mad at her. I want to blame her for everything I feel, but I feel like I've brought a lot of this onto myself. It's very a hard thing to understand for me. Last weekend, she said she wanted to see how I was doing and wanted to hang out. I said I wasn't ready....I needed to get things together. Why does she care?
So I ask: Why?
Then, shortly afterward I see her less and less. She says she's busy and I understand. College is rough and time-consuming. We don't make things official because because we have enough obligations already. Anyway, I see her less and less, and pretty soon I'm a nervous and emotional wreck. She was on my mind all the time, and it was pretty much kinda driving me insane. I don't know what's going on and she's sending me the mixed signals.
So in that state of mind, I call her and ask what's going on. She tells me that everything between us was just a thing and that she never wanted to pursue it beyond that. I try my best to understand. I feel rejected and what not. Oh, well. Nothing new. It's part of life and I'll move on. She didn't want things to get serious. She was in college. No need for a boyfriend at the moment. I get it. It hurts, but at least I knew the answers now.
The next day she tells me she's seeing some dude. I was shocked, but I hid it from her. I didn't know what to think. I got even more messed up and started hitting the booze. My friends noticed, and wouldn't tell them what was up. My best friend knew the situation. I didn't tell him the situation. She told him. And he told me who the guy was. Some 25 year old who lived with his parents. He didn't go to our college but attended the frat and dance parties.My buddy had asked her why she would go for some dude like that, and she replied "I like dancers".
Well, that hurt even more, and I wish I didn't know the truth. I eventually stumble upon them making out in a floor lobby and the dude's an obvious loser (I'm not saying that in jealousy or anger, etc. You know a loser when you see one).
All this happened in a relative short time. I want to be mad at her. I want to blame her for everything I feel, but I feel like I've brought a lot of this onto myself. It's very a hard thing to understand for me. Last weekend, she said she wanted to see how I was doing and wanted to hang out. I said I wasn't ready....I needed to get things together. Why does she care?
So I ask: Why?