When my ex-wife broke up with me, she told everyone around me before she told me. My first girlfriend just stopped talking to me. I think the way my ex-wife did it was by far the more painful... if you ever loved someone, they deserve to be the first to know when you make the decision to leave. It was very ill-done, similar to when my mom told everyone about my transition but didn't tell me she told them. It was ill done.
I should have been the first to know, in the future I will demand it.
On that note, I have successfully seduced away a woman's husband tee hee. JK, they are in an open relationship and apparently i'm allowed to cuddle with him.
What is it with you and seducing away married people?
In any case, I was browsing my Facebook earlier and I ran across an article about how West Virginia University may close one of its residence halls. When I was in high school I actually stayed on campus for one week out of two summers for a sort of pre-college program (though in another hall), so I checked it out...one look at the picture in the article and holy shit, it could have been taken in 2002/2003 when I was there. The furniture is
exactly the same...the beds, drawers, chairs, desks, curtains...everything.
Looking back, there were so many firsts for me...the first time spending a week away from home and my parents, the first time I had a roommate, the first time I was part of a social group since I was a kid, the first time I felt independment...first time I saw another guy's boxers tented out cause he had a boner. xD It was really cool...although I was an even bigger shut-in back then than I am now, I was part of a group that accepted me...I felt independent, in charge, I was exploring things.
A part of me wishes I'd had more experiences like that. A part of me wishes I had kept in touch with some of the people I met there. I legit had a really awesome roommate...a guy named Chris. I mean, I was extremely shy back then, but over the course of the week he really made an effort to get me to open up...and he wasn't weird about me ogling the tent in his boxers that one morning. I mean, it's not that I meant to...I didn't really understand my feelings at the time, and wouldn't even consider my sexuality for two years after that...but I met up with him at another function a year later and he introduced me to some of his friends. Unfortunately he dropped out of the program soon after that I think, and then I did myself a year later.
Actually, thinking about it, most of my regrets in life so far are not taking the effort to stay close to people or stay in touch with people. Friday was the guy that's moving to Oregon's last day, and I chatted with him and gave him all my contact information. I don't know if he'll want to keep in touch...he started out working for me, but then he ended up kinda isolated cause of some stuff that happened between me and my boss...but at least I know that I did everything I could. I won't be thinking back, wondering what might have been if I'd only put myself out there a bit more...if I'd only stated that I wanted to try to stay in touch. I'm pretty well sick of doing that when I think of the post, so it's time to change that. If nothing else, it'll be one less regret I'll have in that area.
