WashuSaotome
Aug 17, 2005, 06:40 PM
Sorry, I'm seriously stressed out right now. Pardon my stupidity...
Yesterday, I spent my day outside with my ex, Jonathan. He made time for me for us to hang out because no one else wanted to. We roamed around downtown for a very long time, going into stores and such. Now, later on, we decided to take a pit stop at Grant Park and relax in the grass. However, he eventually started to touch me.
I resisted for a bit. This hasn't happened in a very long time (it used to be really, really frequent last year), and I didn't want to ruin anything between us or my current interest. I care for my ex, I do, but I had my limits... Sadly, I ended up giving in and pretty much let him have his way with me in public. (No, we did not have sex outside, just lots of kissing.)
(You can read more about the situation here: at the weblog.)
Now while we were kissing, I began to wonder... Why, out of all the times this has happened, is he kissing me now? Whenever he would fondle me, he wouldn't dare to look me in the eyes, hug me, or kiss me. But why now? I haven't asked him that yet (and I most likely won't, since he agreed to not talk to me anymore).
Even after we rode the bus, he deicded to walk me home. My neighborhood isn't the best, and since it was almost ten at night I didn't mind him taking me home one bit. However, while we rode the bus, got off the bus stop, and even down the dimly lit streets... He held me. He put his hand around my waist, held my hand, and as the resident idiots oogled and whistled at us as we walked past (the idiots around my neighborhood don't understand the concept of a black girl and a Mexican guy interacting) he properly told them to go away and shut up.
As he was doing this, not only did I feel horribly weird and nervous, but I felt...wishful. Even though Jonathan has a girlfriend, and I knew this was wrong, I began to wonder even more why he bothered to do this for me. Why didn't he just go home and let me walk home by myself? Why did he do these things? These actions made me feel special, yet very guilty because of the fact that all of these happy lovey things won't ever happen again.
And so, wishing me a good night / life, Jonathan kissed me once more before he went on his way. From there, I had to explain to my mom why I was out so late. But no, that wasn't my main problem. I had to tell this to my current interest, Tom.
Now, Tom and I knew each other for three years. After much stupidity on my behalf, it finally comes down to this: Next year, I was going to be able to see him and actually start a real relationship with him. But no. Guess what I had to tell him! I had to tell him about what happened with Jonathan!
This wasn't the first time I had this problem... I was very wishy washy about Jon and Tom, constantly going back and forth between them because I, at one point, loved them both. Right now, I care about Jon (because he ended up smoking, drinking, and cutting his wrists) and Tom (moreso than Jon and on a more romantic level). So, I told Tom about what happened, and he did the right thing and decided to cancel all plans for us to see each other and to never date in person. As much as I wanted to beg for forgiveness, I didn't. However, I deeply regret telling him... Just when I decided to tell the truth, I end up screwing myself over.
But then again, I promised not to hide anything from him. And...well...here I am.
Now I have neither of those people. Two wonderful people, gone from my life because I had to be so selfish...
Yesterday, I spent my day outside with my ex, Jonathan. He made time for me for us to hang out because no one else wanted to. We roamed around downtown for a very long time, going into stores and such. Now, later on, we decided to take a pit stop at Grant Park and relax in the grass. However, he eventually started to touch me.
I resisted for a bit. This hasn't happened in a very long time (it used to be really, really frequent last year), and I didn't want to ruin anything between us or my current interest. I care for my ex, I do, but I had my limits... Sadly, I ended up giving in and pretty much let him have his way with me in public. (No, we did not have sex outside, just lots of kissing.)
(You can read more about the situation here: at the weblog.)
Now while we were kissing, I began to wonder... Why, out of all the times this has happened, is he kissing me now? Whenever he would fondle me, he wouldn't dare to look me in the eyes, hug me, or kiss me. But why now? I haven't asked him that yet (and I most likely won't, since he agreed to not talk to me anymore).
Even after we rode the bus, he deicded to walk me home. My neighborhood isn't the best, and since it was almost ten at night I didn't mind him taking me home one bit. However, while we rode the bus, got off the bus stop, and even down the dimly lit streets... He held me. He put his hand around my waist, held my hand, and as the resident idiots oogled and whistled at us as we walked past (the idiots around my neighborhood don't understand the concept of a black girl and a Mexican guy interacting) he properly told them to go away and shut up.
As he was doing this, not only did I feel horribly weird and nervous, but I felt...wishful. Even though Jonathan has a girlfriend, and I knew this was wrong, I began to wonder even more why he bothered to do this for me. Why didn't he just go home and let me walk home by myself? Why did he do these things? These actions made me feel special, yet very guilty because of the fact that all of these happy lovey things won't ever happen again.
And so, wishing me a good night / life, Jonathan kissed me once more before he went on his way. From there, I had to explain to my mom why I was out so late. But no, that wasn't my main problem. I had to tell this to my current interest, Tom.
Now, Tom and I knew each other for three years. After much stupidity on my behalf, it finally comes down to this: Next year, I was going to be able to see him and actually start a real relationship with him. But no. Guess what I had to tell him! I had to tell him about what happened with Jonathan!
This wasn't the first time I had this problem... I was very wishy washy about Jon and Tom, constantly going back and forth between them because I, at one point, loved them both. Right now, I care about Jon (because he ended up smoking, drinking, and cutting his wrists) and Tom (moreso than Jon and on a more romantic level). So, I told Tom about what happened, and he did the right thing and decided to cancel all plans for us to see each other and to never date in person. As much as I wanted to beg for forgiveness, I didn't. However, I deeply regret telling him... Just when I decided to tell the truth, I end up screwing myself over.
But then again, I promised not to hide anything from him. And...well...here I am.
Now I have neither of those people. Two wonderful people, gone from my life because I had to be so selfish...