Since I will be referencing certain boys and exs on a regular basis, I thought it best for you all to have some background on the major players. The Scoop series will outline the basics of the guys who shaped my past and it will be updated as I meet the guys who shape my future.
I met D when I was 17 and working at a little pizza restaurant in North County. He was friends with the surfer boys I worked with and he was GORGEOUS. He met all my 17 year-old requirements for a perfect guy – surfer, blonde, tall, blue eyes, surfer… (Thankfully my requirements have evolved quite a bit since then). We had a short romance before I left for school and then we kept in touch during that first semester. When I came home from school for winter break, we hung out, and began what became a very long/torturous relationship.
Over the next four years of college, D and I kept in contact but we were never once officially dating. Whenever I came home we’d see each other; which would either result in me thinking I would never find another guy who made me that happy or with me swearing that I would never EVER see him again. To call the relationship tumultuous would be a huge understatement. But no matter how many dumb and hurtful things we did to one another, we were never able to cut each other out.
Post college I thought surely D and I would finally be able to go our separate ways. By this time we were so very different. I had my degree, was embarking on my career, living in downtown San Diego. D had not gone to college, smoked a ton of weed and lived at his parents house in North County. But try as I might, the strange connection that drew me to him all through college, still persisted. We saw each other much less often, sometimes going 10+ months without contact. But, eventually, one of us would always break down and call the other.
By now, I’ve learned to not make absolute statements in regards to D anymore. The amount of times I have said I’d never see him again are quite hilarious. But at the same time, I’ve grown and changed quite a bit in the 8 years since I met him. It is safe to say that my feelings of “love” for him have lessened significantly.
The last time we saw each other, D came down to my neck of the woods (something he’s only done once before – heaven forbid he leave the North County bubble!), took me out, and spent the whole night telling me that he thought it was time that he and I actually tried dating. Of course this was a pointless conversation because it was when I was seeing Mr. Cute but Whiny, but it was a big turning point in the saga that is D and I.
Now I haven’t told him about the recent demise of me and Mr. Cute but Whiny, because, realistically, I can’t see D and I ever really working. For now I am just happy that we are on a friendly text basis, “Merry Christmas” “Happy New Year” etc. Frankly, for my sanity, I kinda hope it just stays that way.