I think married men is possibly becoming a recurring theme in my life...
When I was in middle school there was this guy named Jeff C. He was the bees knees. We happened to get close when we were younger and he up and disappeared. Found out a couple of weeks later that he moved to VA. Fast forward to June 2007-
I was walking towards Campus Martius with a former friend and I happened to see a familiar face as I was walking down the street.
"Is your name Jeffery?"
"Yes, you look familiar."
"Jeffrey Cooper"
"Yeah...ummmm CHRISTIN?! Your name christin right? Yeah! Hey!"
So we exchanged numbers, and I texted him while I was at Hard Rock Cafe. I asked him, (this conversation becomes disputed later on)
"Are you single?"
"Yes, unfortunately. I'm not happy with it though"
"That's ok. We can possibly do something about that"
So we went at it heavy. Texting all day, getting together whenever we could. We kissed and everything lol. The physical was cool; emotions were involved so it made the physical SO much more.
Shit goes on & at times things would get kinda suspicious so I asked him if he was talking to someone and he told me, "yeah. Remember I told u whn we first started talking"...
I was in kinda deep at this point, a chubby girl grows up and actually gets to have a "relationship" with her crush!
So after finally getting smart, which took about a month and a half, I broke it off, but every now and then he would come around and he missed me and "her". I remember he use to say weird/random shit like, "I love the way you smell" and I love the way u taste. I understand better than anyone that bitches love compliments, I love compliments, but you can keep it simple and tell me you like my hair or something lol.
Fast forward once again, to October 2010, he invites me over to his new apartment. At this time he married the girl he was dating when we first met, had two kids with her, and now he's divorced. He's single, but this is the time I was in limbo with Claude. I was so much in limbo that I had actually just left a pity party/fuck-that-nigga/I'm-drinking-to-keep-from-crying get together at Fridays with Etana. Jeff was confessing his love, telling me how he wanted to be with me, telling me how he would do anything for me if I just gave him a chance. My dumb ass...
"Well I'm in a committed relationship right now and to be honest I don't see me going anywhere else right now (chuckle)...We're perfect for each other...I don't want to be with you (sneaky side-smile)...maybe somewhere in the distance future we can, but probably no time soon"
....yep. I'm a fucking idiot. I wonder had I just cheated on Claude, told Jeff how I REALLY felt about him, and tried to let whatever we had "develop", where would I be right now?
Later on, probably some time last year he told me that that night after I left he cried his eyes out and that I broke his heart...I believe only a quarter of that was probably true. Anyway he txtd me last night from a random #. Being nosey I called and found out he's dating someone and the relationship is awesome and that they've known each other a while and yadayada. This morning he txtd:
"I wanted u last night lol"
"Why u ain't say something. I would have came by."
"You sounded like u were in bed."
"Ill get out of bed for u." (That's a lie btw
"Damn i will keep that in mind!!"
"But you have a gf. I'm not about to go through that again with you lol"
"Okay"
"I'd love to keep in touch tho."
"Me too!! :-)"
Be cool Ice Cold, be cool...
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