Between the months of January to August, I met and got to know a guy named James. He had dark hair, hazel-green eyes, and a fit body; he was physically attractive and he knew that. He also knew I was interested in him. He also had a girlfriend. Her name was Nicole and she grilled me every time she saw me on campus, but I digress.
He shared his past, present, and future with me and continued to talk to me even on his trip to Florida with his girlfriend. I always wondered why he wouldn’t simply give me his phone number so we would be able to talk to one another easier. I missed him when he was busy and became elated every time he would respond to me. Apparently, he felt the same way.
We never got to be in the same room after a single night together, but we spoke, we laughed, and we eventually parted ways. He graduates at the end of this semester and has his full-time offer secured at KKR. I rarely see him now, being busy myself as well.
I bumped into him a couple of days back and felt the same elation I felt whenever I got to talk to him half a year ago. A smile would spread across my face and I would be nervous. Our hug felt close, it was right, and I felt every inch of his chest again as his hand slid slowly down my back. I could’ve torn off all his clothes at that point. Excuse me.
After that moment was distance. I’m aware that he has me wrapped around his finger and I’ve been told numerous times that he wouldn’t be good for me - being the flirt that he is. I feel bad for his on and off again girlfriend, but something may be wrong or missing if he went off to look for something in someone else.
I am not the other woman and never seek to destroy relationships, so I will admire from a distance and be the friend who will say hi, share drinks, and talk about life to. It’s what I usually end up becoming.