I met a guy from the internet. I know it's crazy, but we had mutual friends on Facebook and I felt it inevitable to run into him naturally, so we just sped up the process and agreed to meet for a casual dinner.
He was an urban skater boy with nice shoes and jew hair- I was attracted to him. We drank some 40's and hooked up a little that night. He introduced me to his housemates as "Emily," which was funny because my name is Erin. After his first impression, I just wanted hook up with him- nothing more. After a series of backseat and beach blanket makeouts, my intentions became obvious. He told me he would only have sex with a girl he was in a relationship with. This was unexpected.
So we started seeing each other even more frequently. Had dinner, saw movies, he even introduced to me his friends and made me a mix cd. Feelings grew and I'd like to say we were "casually dating."
Time went on and I still hadn't closed the deal, which made things seem more serious. The longer we waited, that special moment became magnified, so obviously I was waiting for an epic moment to set the mood. I believed once we had sex, our relationship would be a real commitment. I was so in love with the idea of a relationship, I was willing to have one with him.
One drunken night, we were getting frisky in my bed and a series of strange events occurred. There was some unorthodox sexual activity and all I remember is crying myself to sleep after reminiscing over a friend that had passed away. I was an emotional mess.
He went on vacation and we grew apart. Probably for the best. For a short time I obsessed over the semi-breakup and resented him for ending our fling. We never had sex, I was disappointed.
Months passed, all was forgotten. Until last night...
