Illegible's Sexual History Part 3: You Got Issues
My second relationship lasted a whole six months, and followed hot on the heels of Part II.
I met A at university. He was just a friend. We were at the same stage in our lives: both fucked over by our all-too-recent exes, both spending too much time staying up into the early hours getting stoned and listening to The Cranberries. Together. Fatal.
A was depressed, in hideous amounts of debt having spent his entire student loan installment on booze and gambling, and for most of the time that I knew him, his eyes were crossed in sheer alcoholism. Or maybe he just has crossed eyes. I'll never know for sure.
One night we were in the tackiest club in our uni town (the kind that all freshers favour). We were dancing away on the stage quite merrily with a group of friends, and a random guy started coming on to me.
"Some people can't accept the fact that you've got a boyfriend," he said.
Then... "I have to accept it."
A few days later we were in another club. £1 a shot Tequila - what can I say?! Before long I was draping myself over him, hugging him as we dared each other to down more Tequila.
Inevitably, I threw up on the doorstep of the club. I never have been any good at holding my drink.
"Do you like me?" he asked.
"Yes," I responded, in amongst the vomiting.
"Then you know what you have to do."
Dump my boyfriend? (Check Part II - this wasn't so easy).
So, for a couple of months, I had two boyfriends. One came down to see me at weekends, or I went to see him; the other shared my bed on weeknights. Fellow residents in Halls were somewhat confused when A and I turned up at the Millennium Ball as a couple.
The night I finally broke up with M, I went to the uni bar. I couldn't bear to see A. It made me feel sick. But he made me take him home with me. "Don't mess me around," he said, "I'm not going to fuck you over."
A left university after skiving off all his classes and borrowing money off all his mates, including me. I went to visit him throughout that year and all summer, until one day on the phone he said he couldn't deal with the situation, couldn't bear the fact that I was capable of fucking him up completely.
"Do you want to be with me?" I asked.
"I'm not sure."
"Well, that's it then. It's over."
And I walked away. When Part 4 commenced, he wasn't overly happy. In fact he went crazy.
"You're willing to chuck something special away, something that might be worth waiting for?"
"No, A, you already did that."
And so it was over. And I never drank Tequila again.
I met A at university. He was just a friend. We were at the same stage in our lives: both fucked over by our all-too-recent exes, both spending too much time staying up into the early hours getting stoned and listening to The Cranberries. Together. Fatal.
A was depressed, in hideous amounts of debt having spent his entire student loan installment on booze and gambling, and for most of the time that I knew him, his eyes were crossed in sheer alcoholism. Or maybe he just has crossed eyes. I'll never know for sure.
One night we were in the tackiest club in our uni town (the kind that all freshers favour). We were dancing away on the stage quite merrily with a group of friends, and a random guy started coming on to me.
"Some people can't accept the fact that you've got a boyfriend," he said.
Then... "I have to accept it."
A few days later we were in another club. £1 a shot Tequila - what can I say?! Before long I was draping myself over him, hugging him as we dared each other to down more Tequila.
Inevitably, I threw up on the doorstep of the club. I never have been any good at holding my drink.
"Do you like me?" he asked.
"Yes," I responded, in amongst the vomiting.
"Then you know what you have to do."
Dump my boyfriend? (Check Part II - this wasn't so easy).
So, for a couple of months, I had two boyfriends. One came down to see me at weekends, or I went to see him; the other shared my bed on weeknights. Fellow residents in Halls were somewhat confused when A and I turned up at the Millennium Ball as a couple.
The night I finally broke up with M, I went to the uni bar. I couldn't bear to see A. It made me feel sick. But he made me take him home with me. "Don't mess me around," he said, "I'm not going to fuck you over."
A left university after skiving off all his classes and borrowing money off all his mates, including me. I went to visit him throughout that year and all summer, until one day on the phone he said he couldn't deal with the situation, couldn't bear the fact that I was capable of fucking him up completely.
"Do you want to be with me?" I asked.
"I'm not sure."
"Well, that's it then. It's over."
And I walked away. When Part 4 commenced, he wasn't overly happy. In fact he went crazy.
"You're willing to chuck something special away, something that might be worth waiting for?"
"No, A, you already did that."
And so it was over. And I never drank Tequila again.
posted by A Girl Like Me | 11:30 pm
