I learnt recently that dating is no laughing matter. It’s the fact that feelings are involved. Which unfortunately, normally have a tendency to get hurt pretty quickly, often by accident, by the silliest of things. And then people lash out and as a result everything becomes a bit messy. Note to self – dating is not to be undertaken lightly.
When I first met Jackson, I had no idea the strength of what I was about to feel for him. It (not sure what, but something like love) hit me like a bus, and sent me sprawling. Within weeks of dating I was head over heels for this guy.
Which my friends were instantly suspicious of. They could not believe that I was actually that crazy for a guy who I had only been on a handful of dates with, someone who I had only known for around a month. And were infinitely more suspicious as I began blowing them off in favour of seeing Jackson whenever I could.
Yes. I was that girl. The one who neglects all her friends and replaces them for a guy. The girl I normally hate. But in my defence, I thought he was The One. I was that into him, in spite of us being so early on in the dating process.
After a couple of months my friends had enough.
‘We are staging an intervention’ they told me seriously ‘We’re coming over at 8 and if you’re not there, we are going to hunt you down, and you will be sorry.’
They were being serious. And I honestly didn’t know what they would do, but I did not take the threat lightly. So I took the night off from seeing Jackson and hugely looked forward to catching up with them properly.
It was an absolutely awesome night, of course it was. We talked, we giggled, they understood how far I was falling for Jackson and then we began drinking which is where it all started going wrong.
We just become ridiculous when we drink together. And yes it’s fun, and yes I wouldn’t change my friends for the world but some other people just don’t get us.
Pretty early on in the night I started receiving a whole load of Facebook notifications…hmmm…this time I was the suspicious one. And sure enough, there in my profile was a sparkly new status which I hadn’t written, professing my love to my best friend, Chris and telling the world just how badly I wanted him.
Everyone knew it was a frape. Chris and I had been friends since nursery school and we were like brother and sister to the other. So the status was receiving a lot of likes and jokey comments going ‘I knew it’ and ‘about time.’
I just laughed at Chris and said ‘You wish’ blowing him a kiss. And then instantly forgot about it.
We drank more, we laughed more, we went out for a boogie and I didn’t even look at my phone for a few hours. But when I did at about 2am, just before I collapsed into bed, I was hugely surprised to see that I had received 10 missed calls and about 6 or 7 texts from Jackson: asking me where I was, who I was with, what I was doing, why wasn’t I calling him back?
I figured he wouldn’t appreciate it if I drunk-called him at stupid o’clock in the morning so I waited until a more reasonable hour. And when I say he was mad, he was MAD!
He ranted at me for about half an hour, telling me how trust was the most important thing in a relationship, how he had been cheated on in the past and he couldn’t go through that again. He didn’t even give me a chance to explain but instead said he thought we should stop dating. And that was it. I never saw him again. Who knew men were that jealous?
Is it just me?
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