Saturday, October 19, 2013

Feelings

So, there's a guy I've known since 2008 that I have had an on/off text flirting thing with for years.
He has a thing for pirate stuff, so I'm going to call him Killian.
Nothing ever came of it, we would just text in between his girlfriends or whatever and flirt around.
He also sent me a dick picture once, but whatever.
So anyway, he messaged me a couple of weeks ago.
He and his most recent girlfriend (of 2 years) had broken up.
It wasn't like he messaged me trying to hook up or anything, we just talked a lot and eventually last Weds he asked me if I wanted to go out with him that Friday night.
So I did. We went to eat and then came back to my house and watched a movie.
We kissed some, but that was it.
Then he continued texting me and being super sweet to me.
I was off Monday so he came over shortly after I had taken my son to daycare and we just watched tv all day basically.
We kissed a little more, but that was really it.
So then Monday night he asks if I like having someone go down on me, and I'm like duh, so then he proceeds to tell me how much he likes it, and the conversation gets a little dirty, but then end point is that he wants to go down on me next time he sees me.
So then he is sick and calls in to work Tuesday night (he works 3rd shift) so I offer that he come over when he wakes up Weds morning and I will make him soup and stuff.
I wasn't thinking of any of the dirty stuff because I figured since he was sick it wasn't in the cards.
So we watched a couple of things and ended up going to watch tv in my bedroom because it was cold and we could get under the covers.
So of course we started kissing and one thing led to another until he ended up going down on me.
It was good, but I was so in my head and distracted and nervous that I ended up faking.
So then I was still horny so it progressed even more and we ended up having sex (where I faked it yet again).
Then we cuddled some before I got up and had to get ready for work.
So that was alright.
But then I realize that we hadn't had a conversation about exclusivity, and this is a guy I actually like, not someone I can do the FWB thing with (although, as we all know, I have trouble with that anyway).
So I make the mistake of asking him and (at least he's honest) he tells me he's been talking to one other girl and that things are really complicated because they have a complicated history and she is his, and I quote, "kryptonite."
Now this is a girl I kind of know. We have a few friends in common and hung out in a group once.
Actually, I drunkenly made out with her that night, but that doesn't seem pertinent to the story...
Anyway, we're friends on facebook.
Let's call her B.
So he tells me this and I'm not really mad at him.
I mean, we never had a conversation about exclusivity, it's my fault, I should have asked before I was a slut.
But then B messages me on FB about this time and proceeds to tell me that not only were they talking, but he was telling her he loved her the night before and then came to my house and screwed me the next day.
Knowing him as long as I have, I know that this situation was not his intention, but it's a crappy one.
So anyway, I basically told him that if he was confused about who to "choose" then I would make it easier on him and eliminate myself from the equation.
At the time I thought I was being quite grown up and mature about it, but I see now that I was probably being a little manipulative.
But whatever, so he's saying he's so confused, and B is telling me that she's in love with him (and I'm pretty sure she's got some narcissistic personality disorder going on there anyway) and is basically throwing little jabs in the form of sisterly candor.
But I play that game better than anyone so I knew what she was doing and just rolled with the punches.
I ended up getting madder and madder though, and I kind of chewed Killian out for hurting me.
A big thing is that I'm still really confused about my feelings for him. I know I like him, but this is some heavy shit for talking for just a couple of weeks.
But now here I am clinging and fighting for something I don't even know if I want, and I know myself is not as important as I feel it is right now.
But as the night progressed I just got more and more upset and ended up staying up until 3 am because my brain wouldn't stop ruminating and obsessing.
So then I woke up at 6am (before the 4 year old!) and my stomach was in knots.
I felt the need to tell him all of this.
I don't know if I was trying to make him feel bad or what, but I was doing it.
So anyway, B had told me last night that she was going to make him "face her" this morning, so when he texted me this morning I asked him how it went.
After a lot of vague answers countered by my poking and prodding, I learned that they basically fought all morning but that he had come to the conclusion that no matter their feelings for each other (gag) it wouldn't work because there is just so much history and crap.
Then he says that sometimes it seems like it would work with her, and sometimes it doesn't, but he truely believes it would work with me.
So a part of me is like "yay I win."
Then another part is like "crap this girl is gonna hate me now."
Then another part is like "do I really want to be a part of this situation? What if it happens again? Is she going to be around?"
And the last part is like "wait. What? Have I accidentally gotten myself into a relationship with someone I'm not sure I even like that much?"
But then they like sat at his house and watched TV together. Like, wtf?
He said that was probably the last time he'd see her for a while.
But then after all of our talking and stuff he said he was going to go take a nap and I asked if it was going to be alone because I remembered she had been there. And he was like well she's still at my house, but I can take the couch if it'll make you more comfortable.
Really?! How is this, after all of that, a fucking question?
He's supposed to come over in the morning because he was originally supposed to apologize or some shit in person but now that it is "resolved" at least as far as he is concerned, I don't know what that time will consist of.
I will probably have sex with him because I am feeling so dejected and terrible right now.
And even though the sex won't do anything for me physically, it will help with the crappy feelings.
Although I know afterwards it'll be back to shit.
Ugh. Life sucks.

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