Three years ago I met this girl through a friend of mine. Long story short, we hung out a few times, just friends, not super close either. Eventually we were both in predicament where we needed places to live at the same time. Ok so we move in together, roomate style. We lived together for ~10 months, strictly roomates; although she did try hooking up with me while we were shrooming one time, I shook it off as her being temporarilly insane(she later admitted she knew what she was doing).
So skip to us moving out, she moves to San Diego, I stay in Arizona. We are both extremely busy but we keep in close contact(I was originally suppose to move to San Diego sametime; weird coincidence we didn’t even know we both had the same plans until a few months living together). I head up to San Diego to visit her/vacation, she comes down to hang out in Phoenix. We’re good friends, my best female friend I’ve had since high school. Nothing happens during any of these times. Its during one of these repeated trips to SD and her plans of buying a condo I decide on moving there which works for both of us cause we got along really well as roomates and since her parents are helping her buy the condo, rent would be really cheap for me.
Soooo skip to this past week. I am heading up to SD to check out the condo she has finally decided to buy and is in the process of closing on. So I get into town, scope the place and we head down to the gas lamp(bars) with two of her friends Saturday night to party. Alcohol, yes but definetly not the first time. Drunk yes a little, but not nearly as drunk as either of us have ever been around each other and clearly both of us in control. Anyways I remember us hitting the dance floor and about 20 seconds later making out with neither of us pulling back. We didn’t really mention it at all, but a few bar changes and we were stealing kisses from each other. Night progresses and yeah one thing leads to another, sex(sorta thats another story in iteself), L words(2nd girl ever to get that dropped on her).
Proving it wasn’t a drunk thing that turned into a mid day nap the next day… to me staying an extra night. There was some awkward bedroom laughs between us(like I can’t believe I’m fucking YOU type of thing) that led us to deciding to not talk about what really happened and to just let whatever happens happen. Which was all good until she asked me “So you bringing a bed with you when you move out here?” I told her that was the million dollar question and hugged her BUT…
… it was about then that reality hit me on what had actually happened the past two days.
So here I am, 22. The longest relationship I’ve had was about 9 months four years ago. Since then it’s been a consistent string of 2 month MAX relationships. Granted I’ve been getting sick of banging new girls every month for awhile now, I really don’t think a live-in relationship with a girl that I’ve seemingly known forever is what I had in mind.
So here I am, planning for the past year to move to San Diego upon finishing school for an extended “vacation with a job.” You know, surf, chillax, not stress to many things/have much resposibility, of course living with someone like this is a responsibility.