So, my boyfriend broke up with me on August 3rd and moved back to Texas on August 4th. Any conversation between the two of us has been primarily about the separation of bills. We had been together just shy of three years so a lot of our financial matters were somewhat intertwined. We have completely split now, financially. We only had one real conversation about our relationship after we broke up, where he basically said he'd been unhappy for a really long time but he had been afraid to tell me because he was worried I'd get mad at him. Any sadness I'd had about our split pretty much vanished at that point, and I was more angry and appalled than anything. There was a time in our relationship where we could have told each other anything, I have no idea why he suddenly felt that way. In my head, I thanked him for leaving me now instead of later, because if he can't talk to me about how he feels, then he's doing me a favor by leaving me. I got over him pretty much instantly after that conversation.
Fast forward a couple weeks. Two Sundays ago, on a horny and bored whim late at night (it was very early Sunday morning, I was still awake from the night before) I created an ad on Craigslist basically looking for sex. Let me start by saying that I didn't really think I'd meet anyone I wanted to fuck, as I have decently high standards in that department and I also have to feel completely comfortable with the person, which isn't really easy to find from a Craigslist ad. It was more or less something to do and for entertainment. I thought maybe if I got crazy lucky, I'd find a decent guy that I could have a FWB relationship with. I specifically asked that the person live fairly close to me as I cannot host and would have to drive to them, and my car is on its last leg... I'm certainly not going to drive my car into the ground by traveling around the city trying to get laid. I received a boatload of emails rather quickly (being a woman has its perks sometimes) but most of them were worthless. One guy emailed me basically saying, "Hey you seem cool but I live farther away than you want... if nothing else, maybe we can be friends." He lives about ~45 minutes away from me, all highway. Definitely too far for my poor '89 Ford Taurus. I emailed him back anyway, because he had included a picture in his email and he was super cute and seemed nice. We got to talking, and before I knew it, we had developed something that extended beyond a typical friendship.
His name is Drew. He's 25 (but turns 26 in about five minutes). We have EVERYTHING in common (aside from seafood... he loves it and I can't stand the stuff). We listen to the exact same music, have identical senses of humor (which isn't easy for me to find, I'm sorta fucked up, lol) and feel the same way about a lot of life-related things. We have similar religious beliefs, we both love giving to others, I could go on and on and on. It's kinda ridiculous. At one point he joked that he was me with a penis. We were texting each other like mad, and in the 2 weeks since we've met, we've sent a grand total of nearly 3,000 text messages between the two of us. (We both have limited minutes on our phone plans so we rely on texting to communicate since we're always wanted to socialize with one another.) We planned to meet last Sunday for the first time, he was coming over here to hang out, eat pizza, and watch movies. A couple days before he comes over, I get an email from him which is discussed in this thread here. (TL;DR - He has HPV.) Needless to say, I like the guy too much to pass him up over this.
He came over Sunday and it was an absolutely spectacular evening. We went out to a local pizza place near my house which is known for having the best pizza in Kansas City. We had a great meal and the conversation never faltered. Instant chemistry. After dinner we went back to my place and nerded around on some computer games, then went into my room and laid down to watch Zack and Miri Make a Porno (great first date movie, huh? Lol!). The rest of the night is sort of a blur, but it was basically this - talking, making out, him getting me off a couple times with his hands (given that his HPV was still untreated at this point, his bad boy stayed behind closed zippers), laughing, cuddling, and just enjoying each others presence. He's coming over again tomorrow to do essentially the same thing, only I'm cooking dinner for his birthday and the movie is going to be From Dusk Til Dawn (he hasn't seen it!).
This is what's new to me. Every single time a relationship had ended, I've always required 6+ months to move on, mature, grow, etcetera... before moving into a new relationship. I'm sort of scared that this is happening to soon, but it feels so right that I almost don't care. Almost.
The ex and I were together for nearly 3 years, I find it hard to believe that I'm moving on so quickly/easily. I honestly feel like I am, though. I'm just not sure why it's happening without a "fight". I mean, I don't think about my ex at all, I don't miss him, I don't stalk his FB page, I don't call or text him for no reason, etcetera. I'm really just completely okay and somewhat grateful that he's gone. Is this normal? Lol. SO WEIRD. Usually when my relationships end, it's horribly painful for me and takes time for me to get over.
I just really like Drew and I would hate to wake up one morning and find out that he was actually just my rebound guy and I'm not as into him as I thought I was. He deserves the world.
Fast forward a couple weeks. Two Sundays ago, on a horny and bored whim late at night (it was very early Sunday morning, I was still awake from the night before) I created an ad on Craigslist basically looking for sex. Let me start by saying that I didn't really think I'd meet anyone I wanted to fuck, as I have decently high standards in that department and I also have to feel completely comfortable with the person, which isn't really easy to find from a Craigslist ad. It was more or less something to do and for entertainment. I thought maybe if I got crazy lucky, I'd find a decent guy that I could have a FWB relationship with. I specifically asked that the person live fairly close to me as I cannot host and would have to drive to them, and my car is on its last leg... I'm certainly not going to drive my car into the ground by traveling around the city trying to get laid. I received a boatload of emails rather quickly (being a woman has its perks sometimes) but most of them were worthless. One guy emailed me basically saying, "Hey you seem cool but I live farther away than you want... if nothing else, maybe we can be friends." He lives about ~45 minutes away from me, all highway. Definitely too far for my poor '89 Ford Taurus. I emailed him back anyway, because he had included a picture in his email and he was super cute and seemed nice. We got to talking, and before I knew it, we had developed something that extended beyond a typical friendship.
His name is Drew. He's 25 (but turns 26 in about five minutes). We have EVERYTHING in common (aside from seafood... he loves it and I can't stand the stuff). We listen to the exact same music, have identical senses of humor (which isn't easy for me to find, I'm sorta fucked up, lol) and feel the same way about a lot of life-related things. We have similar religious beliefs, we both love giving to others, I could go on and on and on. It's kinda ridiculous. At one point he joked that he was me with a penis. We were texting each other like mad, and in the 2 weeks since we've met, we've sent a grand total of nearly 3,000 text messages between the two of us. (We both have limited minutes on our phone plans so we rely on texting to communicate since we're always wanted to socialize with one another.) We planned to meet last Sunday for the first time, he was coming over here to hang out, eat pizza, and watch movies. A couple days before he comes over, I get an email from him which is discussed in this thread here. (TL;DR - He has HPV.) Needless to say, I like the guy too much to pass him up over this.
He came over Sunday and it was an absolutely spectacular evening. We went out to a local pizza place near my house which is known for having the best pizza in Kansas City. We had a great meal and the conversation never faltered. Instant chemistry. After dinner we went back to my place and nerded around on some computer games, then went into my room and laid down to watch Zack and Miri Make a Porno (great first date movie, huh? Lol!). The rest of the night is sort of a blur, but it was basically this - talking, making out, him getting me off a couple times with his hands (given that his HPV was still untreated at this point, his bad boy stayed behind closed zippers), laughing, cuddling, and just enjoying each others presence. He's coming over again tomorrow to do essentially the same thing, only I'm cooking dinner for his birthday and the movie is going to be From Dusk Til Dawn (he hasn't seen it!).
This is what's new to me. Every single time a relationship had ended, I've always required 6+ months to move on, mature, grow, etcetera... before moving into a new relationship. I'm sort of scared that this is happening to soon, but it feels so right that I almost don't care. Almost.
The ex and I were together for nearly 3 years, I find it hard to believe that I'm moving on so quickly/easily. I honestly feel like I am, though. I'm just not sure why it's happening without a "fight". I mean, I don't think about my ex at all, I don't miss him, I don't stalk his FB page, I don't call or text him for no reason, etcetera. I'm really just completely okay and somewhat grateful that he's gone. Is this normal? Lol. SO WEIRD. Usually when my relationships end, it's horribly painful for me and takes time for me to get over.
I just really like Drew and I would hate to wake up one morning and find out that he was actually just my rebound guy and I'm not as into him as I thought I was. He deserves the world.