I dropped my phone, a mix of irritation and disgust. Then more irritation, but at myself this time.
No. I couldn’t give up. What if I spent the rest of my life depressed about this one boy? What if I was eighty years old, sitting in my bed at the nursing home, and my grandkids were like, ‘Granddad, where did you hide your money?’ and I’d be like,‘There are more important things than the cash I hid somewhere in my floorboards, now sit down, and listen to your granddad tell you about the first time he got his heart broken. And listen well, kiddos, because I still remember every detail even though it happened more than half a century ago.’”
With renewed determination, I picked up my phone and found the Google form used to submit letters to LULL.
Hi. It’s me again — the guy who’s looking for a boyfriend.
About me:
-20M
-marketing
-likes puppies
About you:
- 19-22M
-Wants a boyfriend.
I deleted everything. This was stupid. Then I started typing again.
So basically, I submitted a post searching for a boyfriend, and me and this guy started emailing, and we set up a date. But once I got to the date, I accidentally thought a random stranger was my blind date. So we spent the whole day together, and only that evening did I realise he was a random, and worse, he was straight. It was so embarrassing, but he said he wanted to be friends and meant it.
And we were really great friends. It was so fun hanging out with him. But then we started messing around, and I realised I really, really liked him. I wanted him to be my boyfriend. I could see myself loving him.
But he didn’t want that. So, I guess…this is a vent/advice post? Like, if anyone has any advice on how to get over a guy who played with your feelings, please comment below.
Hopefully, someone finds this post somewhat amusing. It’d be nice to think someone gets something out of this situation.
I didn’t let myself think about it. I hit the submit button, then put my phone away and resumed my movie.
16
My phone was ringing. At first, I planned to ignore it because I was an hour deep into a study session, and I was so close to finishing my draft of a marketing campaign plan.
But then I saw the caller ID. “What the hell?” I said aloud because it was Leo.
I stared for a moment, then quickly picked it up because it had been ringing for a while and would end soon.
“Hello?” My tone was cold with suspicion.
“Hi,” Leo replied weakly. “It’s me.”
The familiarity of his voice was like a bullet to his heart.
“Hi.”
“Um.” He sucked in a breath. “Are you free today?”
“Why?”
“Um. Well. I wanted to see you.”
“Why?” I repeated, voice more demanding this time. I hoped my blunt tone would disguise the fact that I’d spent every night thinking about him for the last three weeks.
“It’ll be easier if we speak in person. So, are you free? I can do any time. Whatever’s best for you.”
