The First Kiss
It happened the day after I'd last talked to my ex-boyfriend, W., and heard the distrust and distance in his voice. So, I was feeling vulnerable.
When P. asked if I would have lunch with him, I needed a distraction. We'd been friends, but recently he'd been trying to pursue something more. I always found some things about him a little obnoxious, like the excessive bragging he called "confidence", but I overlooked it because he could be fun, too.
The restaurant we wanted to go to was closed. So, he suggested a nearby sushi place instead. The last time I was there was with W. I started telling him my thoughts that the last time I was here, I sat there...there was a guy who looked like Harry Potter over there...I never mentioned W., but I'm surprised he didn't pick up on the wistful tone in my voice.
After that we went to a bar for happy hour where I proceeded to drink a lot. Every time the waitress asked me if I wanted another glass of wine, I said yes. (P. didn't drink that much because he was driving.)
So, when he pulled me into a kiss in the parking lot, I barely knew what hit me, but that was how things started with us.
He liked to tell me that he was sure I was head-over-heels in love with him and we were simply meant to be. He was wrong about this. After awhile, I had to admit that I'd never felt anything for him on the level I felt for W., never had the experience of lighting up inside whenever I saw him. And as I spent more time with him, P. started to reveal a more negative personality. He would do nothing but complain and make nasty comments about every person we saw, all while being suffocatingly clingy. The fondness I'd originally had for him was wearing away.
A few months into this, he told me he wanted to show me how sentimental he was. He pulled a receipt out of his pocket. It was the receipt from the happy hour where we had our first kiss. That's the irony. What he thinks is a happy memory is a day I remember being absolutely miserable.
When P. asked if I would have lunch with him, I needed a distraction. We'd been friends, but recently he'd been trying to pursue something more. I always found some things about him a little obnoxious, like the excessive bragging he called "confidence", but I overlooked it because he could be fun, too.
The restaurant we wanted to go to was closed. So, he suggested a nearby sushi place instead. The last time I was there was with W. I started telling him my thoughts that the last time I was here, I sat there...there was a guy who looked like Harry Potter over there...I never mentioned W., but I'm surprised he didn't pick up on the wistful tone in my voice.
After that we went to a bar for happy hour where I proceeded to drink a lot. Every time the waitress asked me if I wanted another glass of wine, I said yes. (P. didn't drink that much because he was driving.)
So, when he pulled me into a kiss in the parking lot, I barely knew what hit me, but that was how things started with us.
He liked to tell me that he was sure I was head-over-heels in love with him and we were simply meant to be. He was wrong about this. After awhile, I had to admit that I'd never felt anything for him on the level I felt for W., never had the experience of lighting up inside whenever I saw him. And as I spent more time with him, P. started to reveal a more negative personality. He would do nothing but complain and make nasty comments about every person we saw, all while being suffocatingly clingy. The fondness I'd originally had for him was wearing away.
A few months into this, he told me he wanted to show me how sentimental he was. He pulled a receipt out of his pocket. It was the receipt from the happy hour where we had our first kiss. That's the irony. What he thinks is a happy memory is a day I remember being absolutely miserable.