Do you like seafood?

In my previous entry, I mentioned that I’ve had two boyfriends in the past. The first of the two I met through a friend of mine. One night, I was at work and my friend came in and visited me. I remember that earlier that morning I thought to myself that I should be okay with being single, so when she brought a guy in, I tried not to get my hopes up. We stood around and looked at magazines, I pointed out some guys I thought were attractive, and her friend agreed. A little later, they left and I continued working. After work, she contacted me and asked me what I had thought of her friend. I told her that I thought he was nice, and cute. She said he thought the same of me.
We ended up hanging out as a group a couple of times. One night, we went to her place, and we were sitting on her couch. I knew he liked me and he knew I liked him. I remember that him and my friend started sending text messages together, then he went to the bathroom. While he was gone, my friend told me I should ask him out. I was so nervous, I told her I couldn’t, so I told her to tell him to ask me out. I went to the bathroom, came back out and sat. I think it was one of the most awkward evenings of my life, but one of my favorite to look back on.
I forget how it happened, but eventually we started going out. We mostly hung out with the group we had met through, sometimes him and I would hang out alone. I remember one night, we went to the store and I “Mommy Dearest”, a movie my parents had talked quite often. I decided I wanted to see it, so I bought it. We went back to my place and watched it. He thought it was boring and so he distracted me. After the movie he ended up spending the night.
Things led into other things, and we started to get…personal. I think this would be the first downfall. First of all, he didn’t have the most pleasant of odors in a certain area. Secondly, I was 18 at the time, he claimed to be 17. I didn’t think anything of it. In the end, the night went well, despite not being able to finish him due to the odor.
Back to the age thing, my friends had introduced me to this guy, never confronted me about any problems. A few nights after we had the sleep over, I got a call from him (on the new cell phone I purchased so I could text him) and he told me he had something to tell me. He told me not to be upset with him. He went about it delicately. In short, he said he wasn’t 17, or 16. He turned out to be 15 years old. I told him that I would have to think over what that meant for me. I hung up with him and spent the evening feeling betrayed while I thought it over.
The next day, I called him and we discussed the issue. I wasn’t attracted to him because of his age but because of his personality and who he was. Anyways, a few weeks later our one month anniversary was coming up. I decided to take him out to eat to a fancy restuarant. While we were out, his conversation wasn’t pleasant, and his attitude was less than to be desired. At one point in the evening, he pulled the whole “Do you like seafood?” stunt in which he opened his mouth to show me what was going on inside. I was thoroughly disappointed. I remember back around that time, he also grew distant. He wouldn’t kiss me because of a cold, and he wasn’t cuddling any more. I was confused, but just let it go. About a week after the dinner, I was asleep before work and heard my cell phone alert me to a new text message. I opened and read it. It started with “I hate to do this, but I don’t know what else to do.” I responded promptly with “We can work this out.” and then received another one and another and another. They went on to describe how he was having problems with family and religion conflicting with the sexual orientation. I couldn’t argue with him because he wasn’t leaving me for a horrible reason.

A couple months later, I was with my friend. She mentioned that on his profile online, he had mentioned that he was interested in two guys in school. She confirmed his reason for breaking up with me. We were both confused by this situation, so she wanted to see what the deal was. She sent him a text message and he confirmed that he had lied to me. The real reason he broke up with me was because his best friend didn’t like me. She kept nagging him to break up with me, so he did because he couldn’t stand listening to her.

I was a bit shocked at first, but now that I look back on the situation, I think I was close to breaking up with him anyways. I don’t talk to the friend any more. I felt as though I lost trust in her when she didn’t tell me that he wasn’t as old as he was telling me he was. Sometimes I think about hanging out with her again, but she’s running around with a lesbian-in-denial now.