I wonder how long this will be when i finish typing, hopefully not too long.
My worst breakup was with my first girlfriend. Freshman year of college I am young and open to the wide world of dating, having not delved into it during my highschool career. Of course being somewhat socially akward and also having no real motivation to do anything about my current situation, I allow the women to come to me.
Two of note come. One girl, who we'll call Nina, and another which we'll call Lauren. Nina is very flirtatious, and pretty much calls dibs on me, while Lauren and I become very good friends. In fact, in my search for new friends at college, she becomes what one might call their 'best friend'.
Well, drama ensues throughout the following months, and Nina who has become more and more friendly with me finds out that Laura and I kissed once and has quite a fit about it, and I don't talk with Nina for several months.
Some how we become friends, and then eventually boyfriend/girlfriend. Well, I leave for the summer and come back. And now I'll be more specific.
So, Laura and I are both part of the sailing club, so we take lessons together. Now this one weekend we are supposed to be taking a windsurfing lesson on Sunday. So anyway, I tell Nina that i'll stay with her on saturday night, completely forgetting about my lesson with Laura. I get fairly drunk that night and we go over to her apartment, and as soon as we step in the door Laura calls me to remind me that we have our lesson early on Sunday morning. Nina asks me who called, I tell her exactly what she asks, and she then proceeds to kick me out of her apartment. I'm drunk, so I don't really care, and I mosey off, thinking that she is just having a hissy fit or something. Well, I go to my lesson on Sunday, and the gravity of the whole situation sort of hits me, and I tell Laura that I'm sorry, but i've got to go deal with this. She understands, and I leave.
I get there and Nina is on the phone with her Mom discussing god knows what. And then she pretty much lays it at my feet that I can either have Nina, or Laura. (Note: There had been some issues with this earlier, though with no grounds for accusation...) I say, in so many words, WTF. Apparently she feels threatened, and that before I am able to even SEE Laura again, let alone do anything with her it's going to take several months of trust building. I say, I'm sorry, but no matter how much I care for you, I cannot turn my back on my friend who has done nothing wrong. So you can live with making this ultimatum for me, because I refuse to choose. Good day.
I feel relieved. Then sad. Then we run into eachother. I say I wish I could be back together with her. She says she'll try. Then she sees me going to a sailing lesson with Laura. Oops.
Fast forward 2 months, we haven't talked. I get a call from her out of the blue, she wants to get coffee and talk. Ok, FINE. The day of the arranged meeting, she doesn't respond to my calls, and finally calls me and tells me that it would be easier for her if I just came over to her apartment. I say yes (BIGGEST MISTAKE) just wanting to get this over with.
I get over there, and she instantly goes into this pitiful rant about how her life has just taken a nose dive after i left. I feel bad for her, but I know I'm not going to let her suck me in, so I try to comfort her in the most platonic way possible. Then I try to leave, and she just blocks the door. I continue to try and leave and she refuses to let me leave. This eventually culminates with her jumping on my back and me having to walk out of her apartment with her dragging from my ankle down the stairs.
I hope that wasn't too boring.
Oh, and I'm with Laura now, and I finally know what it's like to be in love.
