There's always relationship drama

Well, I guess I should start by explaining my entire situation here. I was engaged last year for just a few months and we broke it off mutually at the beginning of this year. My confession: I was secretly seeing this guy from work a little before we officially broke it off. The version I told my friends and family is totally untrue and makes my ex fiance look like the bad guy and in all honesty; I think I screwed it up for myself and I'm starting to realize it now. We dated for almost four years and things just got so complicated that I couldn't imagine myself marrying anybody at that moment because I wanted to be single and free. Because of family ideals and tradition, my parents were pressing the issue of a "commitment" and I knew I wasn't ready. So I started forcing the issue of marriage with him for an opposite reaction. It's like training a two year old kid or even a puppy dog. You tell them you want one thing and then just expect the opposite to actually occur. I kept pushing Sam about getting me my ring and setting a date so he chickened out. Thank goodness. When I broke it off with him, I was like, "Listen Sam, you're not ready for marriage and I am." Lies. I know I'm a horrible person. I began semi openly dating this guy from work (obviously it remained confidential from those at work that I had come to be good friends with) and things are really great...especially the sex. For a white boy, I was pretty impressed by his ability to work it out in the sheets. In any event, that relationship goes awry because he was so obviously a rebound from my fiance because the sex with the ex had been nearly nonexistent for the past year of our long distance relationship. Long story short, I get bored of the guy from work because of his clingyness and craziness (in the meantime my ex has gone semi crazy as well and continues to blow up my phone weekly) and decide to call it all quits. Not to mention, the guy from work admits that he's bipolar and that explains all of his extreme behaviors. I've finally given up. Where do I find these nut jobs from and why are they attracted to me? Do I give off the I'm looking for crazy vibe? Eh, probably so. Again, I admit fault for everything. Until recently, meaning this past halloween weekend, I have been single and made it a point to stay away from guys- minus the random make out sessions I had with guys in bars and clubs. Yup, that's me. I'm that girl that can be caught red-handed making out with some rando in the corner of Suite, Aura, PM Lounge, or The Bank. Oops sorry ladies, especially if one of those guys is your boyfriend. I didn't mean to and probably don't even remember his name. You can have him back. This past weekend, I obviously put on my sluttiest gear ever and went out with some friends and met this perfect guy at a pre-loft party before we went out on Main Street. The only imperfect part about him was that he just got divorced about a year ago. He was attractive, successful, and everything else that I thought I wanted besides that one little glitch in his past. I've always been the kind to not focus on the past though, because I would hate if someone held mine against me. I stayed over at his place that night and we just made out and DIDN'T have sex (still trying to figure out if this was because I was on my period or because I genuinely liked the guy and wanted to wait it out for a while). We talked until 5 in the morning and the next day we went to brunch with some friends and spent the entire day together. The entire time we spent together, he was telling me how perfect, amazing, pretty, sweet, and intelligent I am, and asks me out the following week on a date. He even went to the extent of writing out a fake marriage certificate and making me sign it. I was wasted and at the time and it seemed like a good enough idea. I'm in a mid-20's single gal, and this guy was putting it on strong. We make plans for a Thursday night dinner and a movie, and I am surprisingly really starting to like the guy. I clearly fall in love way too fast. Again, on Saturday evening I go back to my place and put on some new slutty gear and we ventured out to some of the bars and ultralounges on Main st. After that, ten of us decided to pack into a van cab and go to some of the bars on McKinney Avenue, where his ex wife was as well (oops). I didn't say anything because I don't care to make a fuss about something that isn't in my control and he ends up disappearing half of the night with the lady. Somehow though, I'm not sure how- I end up in his bed at the end of the night. I leave his place around eleven after a hardcore makeout and dry hump session and get a text message five hours later on how he is planning on getting back together with his ex wife. He apologizes and "doesn't know how to say this." So instead, he texts me and I'm back to square one and I have to see the guy all the time because we have the same friends. AND he blocked me on Facebook, which is completely immature and uncalled for since he's the one that f*ed up. I understand, I get it; that's his wife and I'm cool with it...I would probably do the same thing in his situation, but grow a pair and get over yourself douchebag. You probably know who you are. The End.


Ciao,

Ana