I am amazed at how quickly some of you can hijack a thread…impecable really!
Anyways, I didn’t ask this question because I’m estrogen soaked, or whining, or any shit like that. I simply asked, to hear other people’s story.
Here’s mine…
4 years ago, a few months after having been dumped by my first love (she cheated on me…blah blah blah) I was invited to visit my best friend and his girlfriend at their University. That weekend, his girlfriends residence was having a formal, so I was asked to come along, but I would have to have a date from the residence as my host. So they found someone who was going stag(ette) to take me. Well her initial impression was less than flattering (I’ve got a sharp sense of humour that takes some getting used to). At one point I called her a liar, and she called me an ass (HAHAHA…we’d end up laughing about this long after.) Anyways, my best friend gets into an argument with his girlfriend before leaving and has to patch things up, so I asked my date if she wanted to keep me company. She agreed, and we started talking, I played a few songs on the piano for her, we talked some more, before having to leave.
Well, after that we started talking on the phone, 5 hrs a night, and we’d see each other every once in a while (by her effort). The problem was that she lived over an hour away from me, and was going to school an hour away from me as well (different cities). Travelling for me was difficult, moreover, I was stupidly affraid of putting in all this effort to be with her, after what happened with my ex prior…
Fast forward a year, we were giving dating a try, but I was still weary about the distance, and being able to see her, etc. that my effort was seriously lacking. Needless to say, she was getting tired of it to say the least…and she broke up with me. We stayed good friends for the next 6 months or so, before contact just broke off…
Well, I’ve dated girls after, but I always regreted what happened there…I let my fear interfere with something meaningful with a terrific, beautiful, and joy of a person to be around. Naturally, time to time I thought about her, and finally in Nov. I decided to call her up after 2 1/2 years of not talking.
Her and her boyfriend had split a few months before(they were nearly engaged). She said she had sat down in the summer to write me but could never think of what to write, and said she had found some of my old letters two weeks before. We talked as if we hadn’t missed a step, we got together the following week, and sparks flew (well they did for me…Unfortunately, she’s not interested in starting things up again).
We now see each other often (as much as 4 times a week at one point), and talk nearly every day. We've become very good friends again, and I'm very happy about that. While I wish something more will come out of this I know it's likely that it won't (She still harbours ill feelings for having "wasted a year and a half", and I am constantly reminded that "it's NEVER EVER going to happen" even when I don't ask). It's just a shame that I realized how travelling to see her is not that difficult, how much I really enjoy her company and talking to her, and how much effort I'm willing to put in came 3 years too late!