Issues with men...
And this is a seriously problematic issue. It's caused me so much f***in' trouble and problems that I really don't know what to do anymore.
It started in July 2004, back when I'd just turned 17. I was working at a bar in Bacliff, down here where I live, and I met a 29 year old guy. Nothing serious happened at first, he was just "Hey," and "Hello," to me when I waved or said hi. Then one night I stayed late working, 'til about 11 pm. He offered to buy me a drink after I got off work; I'm not sure he knew how old I was then, but then again, maybe he did. I don't honestly know. It doesn't matter now.
He bought me two Jack & Cokes, I drank them, I was a bit tipsy by then; our bar isn't stingy on alcohol; and it was about 12 by that time. He offered to give me a ride home...
He'd been drinking too, and obviously I had, but I still said yes-he'd been nothing but sweet, he was really cute (in my eyes-and when I wasn't f***ed up I'd thought so still), and he had long black hair. He was the typical bad boy.
I was so f**ing screwed. Literally. But apparently it was OK with me, and it still is...I think. So I got in his truck and he immediately kissed me. He tasted just like Jack & Coke, which was sexy, and I went along with him, then pushed away "gently."
He went to drive me to his house, but I told him he could just take me home, so we wound up sitting in front of my house after midnight. You can imagine what happened, but he was gentle with me, surprisingly because he was semi-drunk, and I told him before anything happened that I was a virgin...so he knew too. It didn't matter. It happened. Everyone knows (that's reading this) what happened. None of you are stupid in the slightest. I won't lie, it's the best I've had to this day, but still...
We had sex a few more times after that. Quite a few more times. He protected me at the bar when people harassed me, trying to take me home with them (drunk people are pathetically sad, and I feel sorry...but I'm NOT going home with any of them!), held my hand in the truck when we were just sitting there, kissed me so freaking sweetly...and he just stopped one day. ONe day he just quit everything. After about 2 weeks or so, it was over, and that's OK, I think...
I saw him as I continued to work there, he called me "butthead" in a sweet way-a friendly way. Like I actually had meant something to him.
Then I quit working there (at the bar), and I didn't see him for almost 2 months. I thought I'd gotten completely over him, I figured everything was fine.
Then we went to the bar (I'm purposely keeping the name anonymous) last night. Me, my mom, my friend liz, and my two sisters. He showed up after we were there for about half an hour, and he kinda gave me a half smile and walked on to his usual table. When it was time to go, I stood up, walked past his table to the door, and said goodbye to him and Joe (they were at the same table). Danny said "Goodbye butthead" like he always had when he said hello or goodbye...and I cried in the car on the way home. I was so glad it was dark.
It started in July 2004, back when I'd just turned 17. I was working at a bar in Bacliff, down here where I live, and I met a 29 year old guy. Nothing serious happened at first, he was just "Hey," and "Hello," to me when I waved or said hi. Then one night I stayed late working, 'til about 11 pm. He offered to buy me a drink after I got off work; I'm not sure he knew how old I was then, but then again, maybe he did. I don't honestly know. It doesn't matter now.
He bought me two Jack & Cokes, I drank them, I was a bit tipsy by then; our bar isn't stingy on alcohol; and it was about 12 by that time. He offered to give me a ride home...
He'd been drinking too, and obviously I had, but I still said yes-he'd been nothing but sweet, he was really cute (in my eyes-and when I wasn't f***ed up I'd thought so still), and he had long black hair. He was the typical bad boy.
I was so f**ing screwed. Literally. But apparently it was OK with me, and it still is...I think. So I got in his truck and he immediately kissed me. He tasted just like Jack & Coke, which was sexy, and I went along with him, then pushed away "gently."
He went to drive me to his house, but I told him he could just take me home, so we wound up sitting in front of my house after midnight. You can imagine what happened, but he was gentle with me, surprisingly because he was semi-drunk, and I told him before anything happened that I was a virgin...so he knew too. It didn't matter. It happened. Everyone knows (that's reading this) what happened. None of you are stupid in the slightest. I won't lie, it's the best I've had to this day, but still...
We had sex a few more times after that. Quite a few more times. He protected me at the bar when people harassed me, trying to take me home with them (drunk people are pathetically sad, and I feel sorry...but I'm NOT going home with any of them!), held my hand in the truck when we were just sitting there, kissed me so freaking sweetly...and he just stopped one day. ONe day he just quit everything. After about 2 weeks or so, it was over, and that's OK, I think...
I saw him as I continued to work there, he called me "butthead" in a sweet way-a friendly way. Like I actually had meant something to him.
Then I quit working there (at the bar), and I didn't see him for almost 2 months. I thought I'd gotten completely over him, I figured everything was fine.
Then we went to the bar (I'm purposely keeping the name anonymous) last night. Me, my mom, my friend liz, and my two sisters. He showed up after we were there for about half an hour, and he kinda gave me a half smile and walked on to his usual table. When it was time to go, I stood up, walked past his table to the door, and said goodbye to him and Joe (they were at the same table). Danny said "Goodbye butthead" like he always had when he said hello or goodbye...and I cried in the car on the way home. I was so glad it was dark.