Time to throw myself a pity party. And everyone is invited. This story strings back to Feb. 2009. I started dating someone (my first boyfriend). We lasted until october, but then he got awkward around me, and I knew he wanted to break up, but didn't want to hurt me, so I broke up with him. He moved on quickly. Started casually seeing guys the week after. Although, he knew I still had an emotional attachment on him, which he tried to turn sexual. I refused. I am not the type to have a fuck buddy. I need more. Anyways, I've seen guys since then, but the longest 'relationship' I've had was only a month. I just couldn't get over him. Well, I went out with this new guy a couple times last month. He and I having very conflicting schedules, we went out maybe 3 times over four weeks. The last we went out was two weeks ago. I wake up and check facebook today to realize that my first boyfriend and this new guy I was seeing are 'in a relationship'. I didn't think I was a good match with this new guy. That's not why I'm upset. I just hate that I'm finally feeling like I'm over my first boyfriend, who stole my heart and threw it away. Then this happens. He didnt know I was seeing this guy. But the irony literally kills me. Rant over.