I'll do a brief re-cap of my year. I was with a guy who lived in Edmonton, Canada, and I visited him in July-August last year. After that we decided I would move there so I saved up, got my working holiday visa, started browsing for jobs and everything was going really really well. However there were little doubts nagging at me for months and finally late December/early January we talked everything out and finally admitted to eachother these doubts weren't so little and accepted that moving together, and being together, was inevitably going to end up a mistake. I won't go into the reasons here again but I was very accepting of the conclusion and so was he. It was sad, but we both knew absolutely it was the right decision to make. We stayed friends until about February until he started seeing someone and it was just too hard for me so we mutually decided our relationship/friendship had run its course and he deleted me off facebook, I deleted him off skype and my phone, so on and so forth. I was very sad but also very happy it ended so peacefully, because he's not exactly the nicest guy.
Fast forward to late March/early April. I'd known this guy, Tom, for about 6 years but we didn't really become friends until a year ago and we only started talking a lot in March. And soon we were talking 7am-10pm every single day, about nerdy stuff and music and art and films and I was thinking to myself - what is going on! I think I actually like this guy, and he lives in the same postcode as me?! (I've never had a proper relationship that wasn't LD). Tom flats with a couple of friends of mine, so one evening I head over there and we're all hanging out in the lounge having some beers and Tom and I are totally exchanging secret little glances and nobody else in the house has any idea! At this point I'm definitely getting the vibes from him so I am feeling pretty confident he likes me too, and as the evening winds down everyone else goes to bed and Tom and I keep talking (about Star Trek no less). He's mostly sober, I'm quite drunk, and he suggests I should watch some Star Trek with him. What, right now? 1am? He says yes, I say that sounds like the best thing EVER!!! so we go to his room and- watch Star Trek. Nothing x-rated
I fell asleep and I woke up to him tucking me in his bed and making up a bed on the couch for himself. Which I thought was sooo sweet and I sat up as he was pushing the pillow under my head. Our faces were close, and he kissed me.
So we went on a couple dates to see some movies and live music before we both admitted our feelings and decided to make it official. Maybe it was a little rushed but when you have that connection with someone why not, right??
I changed my status on Facebook and I was super happy and proud and then- not even a week later- my Canadian ex sends me a message. I had it set to friends-only but he must have been using his friend's account (who I was still friends with) to spy on me. So bad. My heart and stomach both started to hurt instantly the moment I read the message which was awful; he was 'letting me know' he still had all the photos of me (dirty ones) I ever sent him, and how much were they worth to me? I replied back asking him what this was about and he said there was no reason, it was just because "he could". He then said not to worry, he hadn't shown anyone... yet. I didn't respond any more to that and freaked out for a few days but I decided to just be very open about what he said to my family and friends just in case the pictures got to them somehow. I started to feel better when Tom said to me that the only thing this does is make him come across as wanting attention, and makes me a 'martyr'. And he also said there is no shame in a naked woman's body, which I thought was sweet of him to say.
Thankfully, I haven't heard a blip from my ex since that day and it's mid-June now. I'm feeling much safer and while I can't believe he would do something like that, at least I got a lucky escape. I guess I didn't know him as well as I thought I did - but deep down inside, there is a part of me that isn't surprised at all he did this, so I guess innately I knew he was capable of being such a horrible person to me. So thank goodness I never moved there and I hope to hell I never hear another peep from him again!
Meanwhile I am reveling in the amazingness of living so close to my boyfriend, I can scarcely believe it sometimes! For the first month it was sooo hard to shake off the "one of us will be leaving soon" feeling and get used to seeing him regularly. There was also a bit of adjusting to do with knowing he was right around the corner yet deciding to have a night alone at home - in a LDR, if your partner is that close, there's no way they're out of your sight because you gotta get all the time you need in! So it's a little strange, but I absolutely love it. And yes the topic you've all been waiting for- the sex is AMAZING! For the first time in my life I'm with someone who I'm perfectly sexually compatible with.
I think I could fall in love with this fella. Just a matter of time.
I can totally relate to that weird CD feeling. But to balance it out I sometimes feel like choking cause Romeo wants to spend so much time together. Like, dude, we had a few nice days, now bugger off for a few months! Crazy but true! I guess it'll become normal with time, lol.
And yes, more blogging, less lurking please =)