That Nasty game of Love

Published on January 8, 2005 By Amitty In Life Journals

well, it finally happened.

The most bitter, jaded, pesimistic man I know finally got a boyfriend. I'm still not sure how the jerk got one.

By the way, I am talking about me.

It is funny to recount everything that happened. My dating life, up until this point is better summed up by this: " Have you ever gone to a grocery store craving something, and you know exactly what you want, but it is not available? So, while you are roaming up and down the isles, you find something that is somewhat like you were craving, so you get it, hoping it will fill the craving you have?" That was my dating life. People I liked never liked me, or vise versa.

So I gave up. Why not? After trying to find someone for what seemed like forever, there seemed no point to it. Sure, I'm sure I could continue to exist as the sole dater of the entire population of loserville, but why? IT jsut doesn't work out for me and for them.

So, when I started getting interested in this guy at work, I was pretty much in the mind that he was cool, and that I wouldn't have a chance. So he was telling me about his boyfriend in another city and I was crushed. Even though I knew that nothing would ever happen, that didn't make me take it any easier. I was already slipping into the best friend role, I could feel it. After all, I've been down that road before. I was a pro at the friend thing.
Whenever there was a spare time at work, he would come over and talk to me. He was interesting, and of course that didn't help that I liked him. Always so friendly. He passed my his contact info before I asked, thinking that he would like to talk outside of work about his problems, mainly his boyfriend, since it would be more appropriate outside of work. Then, the day before New Years Eve struck.

In my work enviornment, there is PET *Pre-Excused Time* where we get our hours cut to save money on holidays. THe night before New Years Eve, we got notice of the cuts. I was to be sent home at 4 am, and since there are no buses at that time, I was screwed. The guy bounded up and offered to come pick me up at 4 am New Years day. Of course, the center I work at is the hell ways out of town, and he lives hells the way out of town the totally opposite direction. It confused me.

Sure enough, New Year Eve, it was snowing. Roads were bad. Who ended up coming to work to pick me up? You guessed it. I wanted to believe that he was being a friend, like he claimed, but I hoped for so much more.
Sitting in the car at my home, hell of a ways into town, we talked and he invited me to videos that day. Wow...did I want to sit in torture the whole time next to him? My roomates ended up bribing me to go to the gathering with him. The night progressed with us comfortably in each others arms and watching Ghost in the Shell II (bad movie).

One thing lead to another, and confessions of lust and liking were exchanged. Now, against my will, my whole outlook has changed. I can't stop grinning. The meer thought of him makes me happy beyond anything. He is too good for me, and in that I revel in.

So, jsut goes to show that when you go to the store, you do end up getitng something you crave after all.

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