The End of Med.
Well, I'm sure everyone is curious about how Med suddenly became no more. This doesn't paint me in a good light, but it is what it is, and I'm happy now. So...here goes nothin'.
I think it was in my last entry that I mentioned some camp crush (Matt). Yeah...well, we started talking more, and it was definitely a crush. The difference this time was that I knew he liked me. He really wanted to hang out outside of camp. We did at the staff party even though I was so sick that I don't know how I stood for as long as I did without passing out. At one point, he touched my back - yep, he definitely liked me, and I liked what I felt. Oh boy. He walked me to my car, but I hugged him and went home. He was inviting me to go to some party the next day (last day of camp), but I couldn't drink because my stomach was really bad, and I wouldn't really know anyone else there, so I declined. We made plans by text message to hang out the following week and grab a drink. In those texts, he told me how beautiful I was. Whoa. I had no idea he thought about me like that. And yes, he knew I had a boyfriend. We hung out the next Thursday (August 27th). It was SO MUCH FUN. We laughed and shared stories and it was so comfortable and natural. He told me that he liked me all summer, but didn't talk to me because he knew I had a boyfriend. After awhile, he was like, "Fuck it." I was pretty shocked that he had been eyeing me that long. I told him that I had thought he was cute, but yeah, I had that boyfriend of almost 8 years at home. We went back to his place where I went to go home, and he tried to kiss me. I told him I couldn't even though I wanted to...and I really wanted to. But he texted me later that he couldn't stop smiling even if his advances were rejected, lol. He texted me the next day to see if I wanted to hang out that weekend, and even though I knew it was dangerous, I didn't want to stay away. I went back to his place that Saturday, and we went out for a drink again. I met some of his friends, and they sat on the other side of the booth. When I had switched to his side, my will-power was gone. We went out to his car, and he kissed me...and I let him that time. Yes, I felt guilty, but not as much as I should've. We spent the rest of the night holding hands and whatnot. We went back to his house, and I couldn't drive home yet since I had too many drinks (and no, none of this happened because of the beer), so we walked inside, and he kissed me again. I was done. We ended up making out on his bed, and he held me, and told me how much it felt right with me. I couldn't deny it. This may be TMI, but I hadn't had a sex drive in forever...and it reappeared that night with Matt (not that we had sex). I was the most confused person on the face of the planet.
To Be Continued...
I think it was in my last entry that I mentioned some camp crush (Matt). Yeah...well, we started talking more, and it was definitely a crush. The difference this time was that I knew he liked me. He really wanted to hang out outside of camp. We did at the staff party even though I was so sick that I don't know how I stood for as long as I did without passing out. At one point, he touched my back - yep, he definitely liked me, and I liked what I felt. Oh boy. He walked me to my car, but I hugged him and went home. He was inviting me to go to some party the next day (last day of camp), but I couldn't drink because my stomach was really bad, and I wouldn't really know anyone else there, so I declined. We made plans by text message to hang out the following week and grab a drink. In those texts, he told me how beautiful I was. Whoa. I had no idea he thought about me like that. And yes, he knew I had a boyfriend. We hung out the next Thursday (August 27th). It was SO MUCH FUN. We laughed and shared stories and it was so comfortable and natural. He told me that he liked me all summer, but didn't talk to me because he knew I had a boyfriend. After awhile, he was like, "Fuck it." I was pretty shocked that he had been eyeing me that long. I told him that I had thought he was cute, but yeah, I had that boyfriend of almost 8 years at home. We went back to his place where I went to go home, and he tried to kiss me. I told him I couldn't even though I wanted to...and I really wanted to. But he texted me later that he couldn't stop smiling even if his advances were rejected, lol. He texted me the next day to see if I wanted to hang out that weekend, and even though I knew it was dangerous, I didn't want to stay away. I went back to his place that Saturday, and we went out for a drink again. I met some of his friends, and they sat on the other side of the booth. When I had switched to his side, my will-power was gone. We went out to his car, and he kissed me...and I let him that time. Yes, I felt guilty, but not as much as I should've. We spent the rest of the night holding hands and whatnot. We went back to his house, and I couldn't drive home yet since I had too many drinks (and no, none of this happened because of the beer), so we walked inside, and he kissed me again. I was done. We ended up making out on his bed, and he held me, and told me how much it felt right with me. I couldn't deny it. This may be TMI, but I hadn't had a sex drive in forever...and it reappeared that night with Matt (not that we had sex). I was the most confused person on the face of the planet.
To Be Continued...