Thomas was everything I ever wanted. He was sexy, came from money, sweet and caring. He might not have been the sharpest tool in the shed but he did have his moments where he said things that were fairly profound. My sister says that he had the personality of a pet rock... but what can I say? He was my pet rock.
I met him two days after having been dumped by the guy that I destroyed a two and half year relationship for. He asked me out the very night I met him... rather ballsy for him. He was 20, I was 18. He had never had a girlfriend before, and never had sex before. And he worshipped me. He was your classic Ugly Duckling kid. Based on the photos I've seen of him in High School, it was clear why he didn't have any friends or any kind of social life. He was the definition of geeky, still watched cartoons and collected comic books. But for some reason, I just fell madly in love with him. It was the first time that I was ever sure that I completely and totally was in love. I would have done anything for that boy.
We dated for just over a year when I got bored the first time. I cheated. Then I broke up with him.
Two weeks later, I missed him so much that it hurt. He took me back.
Our relationship was rough for a while after getting back together. His family, who didn't like me very much to begin with, hated me. But I think that us having to work through all those outside problems is what kept our relationship fresh and interesting to me. Apparently, I love drama. I live for drama. After the two more years that passed, his family and our friends started to reaccept our relationship and everything got much easier. We were happy, we were thinking about moving in together. And I was bored.
Over the years together, he became best friends with my room mates boyfriend, Jacob*. When Jacob and Marlena* got married, Thomas was the best man, and I was one of the bridesmaids. The wedding was two weeks after I broke up with him. I broke up with him because I met, Matt*, and Frankie* and then finally, I met Rick*. The first two were just flings that I had on the side. But Rick showed potential. He could be the next relationship. I thought a lot about whether or not I should break up with Thomas and give Rick a try, or just give Rick a try on the side. Eventually, I decided to do the right thing and break up with Thomas. At the wedding, two weeks later, I found out from a friend that apparently Thomas had bought a ring and was planning to propose after the ceremony. And I felt this feeling of remorse that I had ruined everything. But oh well. I had made my bed and it was time to lie in it. At the end of the reception, Thomas asked if I had yet slept with Rick. My response was, "Well, I gotta get my kicks somehow." Thomas just blankly stared at me and said, "you're sick." and walked away. Maybe he is right, maybe I am sick. I did warn you that I am an asshole.
But what I didn't know was that Rick had just had his heart broken by his previous girlfriend... and was in no rush to be in another relationship. But who doesn't like sex, right?
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