Story time loves!
Now we are jumping into my college years.
My freshman year of college was a damn good one. My roommate and I had bonded. We’d both joined an early move in program that helped us get to know each other and a bunch of other freshmen. We’d created a tight little group for ourselves. Luckily some of us even lived in the same building.
Most nights, if we weren’t planning to go out, we would hang out in someone’s suite (8-12 people in a shared space). One night hanging out in the guys’ suite, one of my friends decided they wanted to play bartender for the night. After this night, that person was not allowed to be bartender anymore…
I’d hang out with the guys in this suite often, I was good friends with all of them. On this particular night while many of us were drinking, some of them were also smoking. I’m not sure how it happened or who came up with the idea, but at some point Brandon and I ended up back in my room. He slept over (strictly slept. And my roommate was gone), and that was the beginning.
We started texting and hanging out a little more, and eventually he told me that he wanted a relationship. I politely declined that offer, but we still ended up hanging out every now and then.
Then the fun part happened.
I can’t remember how I found out, but I’d been told that Brandon had a girlfriend back home. So I texted him:
Me: Why am I hearing that you have a girlfriend???
Brandon: I thought you knew
Yeah you fucking read that correctly.
So not only was he trying to get me to be his girlfriend while he already had a girlfriend at home, he thought I knew about the girlfriend and was “okay with” being the other woman. If you know me even a little, I know that I don’t have to say this. For those that don’t, let me explain: No I was not and would never be okay with that. I hate cheaters and liars and would never stab another woman in the back like that.
Cheater I am not, but petty bitch I am. For a little fun two of my friends and I decided to make a fake Facebook page. I found his girlfriend and sent her message giving her all of the details. I don’t know if she ever got the message. (It took me years to figure out how to find message requests from people that I didn’t know). But, I had no other way of coming clean and I knew that he wasn’t going to tell her truth.
You would think that was the end of the story right? I’m ashamed to say that it is not.
The summer following freshman year, Brandon and I started talking again. (I know, I know. Don’t you give me that look). For some stupid fucking reason, I decided to give him another chance (something that I no longer do). When I was on campus for two weeks before sophomore year started, he even came to visit me.
We were still in touch when sophomore year rolled around. And now he was starting to push for a relationship again. Aside from not trusting him, something about it just didn’t feel right to me. I continued to politely decline that offer. He didn’t like being told no and at some point we kind of stopped talking. I was also very involved on campus so I had more important things to worry about. It took me a week of not talking for me to even realized that we had stopped talking. When I made that realization, I thought about and just….didn’t care. That’s when I realized that I didn’t really like him so much, I just liked his company. Also, I feel like he probably was aware that we weren’t talking and was pulling the whole “I’m gonna wait for her to text me first” thing. I on the other hand was genuinely busy.
When he did reach out again after that week, I just stopped responding to his messages.