While trawling Tumblr I came across this post. The hopeless romantic in me was raring for this person to "go get the girl!" Then I had a thought....when does it stop being romantic and start being just a bit pathetic? How much does hurt does one person have to go through before they realise that it's not meant to be?
Text reads:
"This is not a love story...... or is it?
I am a hopeless romantic with a plan (kinda)
By the end of this I could end up with one of 2 things;
1. The girl
Or
2. Jail time
Now that I have your attention, my story starts here.
I have been hurt in the past (hell who hasn't!?) 2 years ago my partner who I loved with every inch of my heart left me. I did the usual getting over a broken heart thing, went out, got drunk, visited the strip club, changed my image, I have even been in 2 serious relationships since the break-up, but no one has even came close to making me believe I could feel like that again.
That is, until I met HER.
It starts off pretty boring. We met online. Looks aren't everything but I reckon she was about an 8, we had the same interestes and sense of humour, so we got chatting.
Eventually after a few weeks we decided to meet up. I was so nervous I arrived 30 minutes early. By the time she arrived (she was late) all the time I had spent getting ready was wasted as I was now a sweaty, shaking mess. But y'know what? I couldn't think about that, because I was wrong about the 8, she was absolutly beautiful. It was raining that night and the conversation started with her telling me that her shoes were leaking. Now I am not exactly a smooth talker when it comes to ladies, so I proceeded to tell her exactly how to fix the leak in her shoes down to the last detail (what an idiot) now if you want to know how to kill a conversation this is the prefect example. Let's skip to the car journey home. We sit in my car outside her house for what seems like hours, just chatting. It was so lovely. Then came the dreaded "right I'm going to head now" SHIT what do I do? I'll tell you what I did……Nothing. When she leaned in I thought I was going to have a heart attack, but there it was. A hug. A fucking hug! You tool. You have well and truely been friend-zoned. Fuck.
A few nights later she asked me to go to the cinema. It wasn't starting till late so we met in the pub first to kill some time. As I sat getting to know her more all I could think was how much of a fool I was for letting myself get friend zoned. We chatted for so long we ended up missing the cinema, but to be honest I could not have cared less. We decided to move through to the club. As we sat people watching and making strange observations, that's when it happened…..She kissed me. She fucking kissed me.
Now lets revert back to the beginning. Since my heart got broken, I have had nothing but purely sexual feelings for anyone I have been with. No butterflies. No love.
But here it was, for the first time in 2 years I felt those damn insects that had evaded me for so long. I didn't want to fuck her. I wanted to cuddle up and watch a movie. Now that's the shit you need in life.
The weeks are moving along and everything is going great, another movie date came and again we missed it because we were too busy talking. This girl was great, she was attentive, beautiful, smart, funny and she liked me too.
So she has a visit booked to go back home for 4 days (she isn't from here) we had arranged for me to pick her up from the ferry on her return on the Monday. During her time away I was recieving photo updates so I didn't "miss her too much" ( we were sickening eh?)
Then saturday night comes with the text that was a change my life situation.
"Come over and stay with me"
Now you guys don't know me but I am pretty much scared of everything. I don't go on holiday, I don't stay away from home very often atall, I generally don't go long journeys by myself. I don't like planes, trains or boats.
But here I was, Sunday morning sitting on a boat all by myself enduring what I can only imagine the people on the film "The Perfect Storm" experienced. All because I wanted to see her.
That's where my story turns sour. Before we leave to come home she starts behaving funny, pushing me away, disagreeing with everything I say and just genrally looking for an argument. The journey home was hell. Turns out that her ex had got in touch and wanted her back. Her ex that she was ment to marry. Her ex that she still loves. How am I ment to compete with that?
The answer is I couldn't.
It has been over a month since we stopped seeing each other. We have had some contact. I went to collect my things and she told me she might be giving things another go with her ex. Fuck.
I am gutted.
I have had a few dates since but it's back to the same old story, the butterflies have deserted me again. I am miserable.
I DO NOT love this girl. But I know that if I can get her back I could one day. We could be great together.
Now to the plan. Lets face it, I have nothing to loose.
I want to go to her house, knock on her door and tell her exactly how I feel. I'll tell her that although this all seems a bit (very) crazy that I can't not atleast give trying to save this a go.
What are the out comes?
1.I get the girl
Or
2.Jail time."
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