A long time ago when I was in college, there was a guy, I’ll call him the Greek. He and I used to sleep together. There was no dating here, there was picking me up at my dorm, going to his place and getting naked. Variations on the theme would be him picking me at the dining commons, the mall, somewhere on campus. Other than that, there was nothing more to this relationship. I don’t know why, when we did talk (yes, there was talking, mostly online or if we happened to run into each other in public) we got along really well. But he was looking for Ms. Right and I was Ms. Right-for-Now. Eventually we stopped sleeping together and life continued on…
Two years later I started dating a guy, who I will call The Geek. Ok, in my past there are plenty of guys who fit this description. I guess I could call him the Bike Racing, Germaphobe, Momma’s Boy, Geek, but for these purposes and because it will sound cute later, he’s just The Geek. Can’t remember how I met him, can’t remember what attracted me, but I do remember him. There were dates and there was talking and there was pretty good sex, which if anyone met him, they wouldn’t believe, but I digress. This was a relationship, he even took me to New York City for a weekend to meet his mother and see the city he grew up in. I kind of blame him for my love of loft apartments and exposed bricks. We had a lot of fun for the time it lasted, I can’t remember why it ended exactly. I know I was in the phase in my life where if I didn’t see it lasting I would call it quits before things got to serious and he was the first guy in a long while to make it past 2 weeks.
The thing about The Geek, he was sharing an apartment with The Greek.
After the first morning I walked out of the shower to see The Greek, he realized I wasn’t just a passing fancy for The Geek. Apparently The Greek felt the need to talk to The Geek about me after I left that morning. He said to The Geek “She’s fun to play with but she’s not the type you settle down with.” When The Geek told me that I was speechless. That was coming from a guy who has panties in his bedroom displayed like trophies (mine were not there). So considering the source, I shouldn’t pay it much mind, but it stuck with me.
Why would he think that? He never gave me an honest chance. Was he jealous that The Geek had a steady girlfriend? Was he jealous that she was one of his play toys? Was it that he knew he never gave me a chance and maybe he could have a steady girlfriend? Or was it me. Maybe he was right, maybe I wasn’t the type to settle down, maybe that’s why I kept breaking up with perfectly good guys. Maybe that is why I kept dating ones who I knew weren’t going to work out. Those words have been haunting me for 20 years. Were they haunting me when I got engaged? Probably. They were probably haunting me from the moment I kissed The Prince for the second first time. And as I think about starting life over again, they are now screaming at me louder than before.
