It was my first real girlfriend. Well, in the sense that I thought she was girlfriend. She didn’t have a job, she was still living at home, and when I look back at it I try to think as positive as possible (other than saying to myself, what was I thinking). As I like to look at it, she was my “test” girlfriend.
When I got invited to my best friend’s graduation party, I was determined to go and have a good time. I had a drink to losen up, but thankfully I wasn’t into the frat party kind of drinking a lot of other people were.
There I met, “Damian”. She was standing in the corner smoking a cigarette. She looked rebellious in that sexy kind of way. I asked my friends if they knew who she was and they had no clue. Today, references should be mandatory.
We had gravitated towards each other during the night and instantly I wanted to get to know her better. I should have listened to my instincts, you know the fight or flight kind of thing? Well, if I know now what I knew then, flight would have been a good choice.
I wanted to give her a chance, but always standing me up on dates only to make up excuses I wondered why she would even bother if she wasn’t interested. I tried to believe the sweet nothings she would tell me over the phone, but when I found out that she was meeting up with my best friend for coffee and more, my heart sank. She then went from “test” girlfriend to my ex girlfriend. Technically she wasn’t an ex, even though it was still hard getting over her.
Two relationships ended that day. How did I get over my ex girlfriend? Time and retrospect. It was the best decision made. She’s waitress at a diner now and she’s really not that better off.
J.K. Pierce, 34, teacher