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I always joke with
my friends and family that I’m going to die alone with a bunch of cats. It’s
seriously a joke. I genuinely sometimes am worried as to why I’m still single,
but I know that it’s going to be alright at the end of the day. I’ve had some
serious relationships, and some not-so-serious relationships. I contemplated
saying their first names because they have such common man names. However, I
decided that I’ll change their names to save them the embarrassment of leaving
such a cool girl like me.
(seriously, I have
never dated a Matthew, a Zachary or a Michael)
I met Matthew when
I was fifteen, and we sparked a crazy love affair until I was seventeen. We
were on-and-off, more off than on it felt like; and we officially started
dating when I was sixteen. He made me feel like I was living the teenage dream,
hence why Teenage Dream by Katy Perry was our song. He was the one guy who
extremely blunt with me, always saying things like “man your driving is so bad
babe that you make me want to cry every time I hop in a vehicle with you!” He
was everything that I wanted in a man, or so I thought. He was always super
grouchy when I’d talk about my heart, which didn’t go over too well with my
parents or me. He was a year older than me, so he went off to college while I
was in my senior year. He only went to school two hours away, but it was still
enough to put a strain on our relationships. When he went to college, he
befriended a group of girls; which did not fly with seventeen year old Felicity
in the slightest. Every time I went down, I would get in fights with him about
it, which put a major strain on our relationship. Eventually, after a weekend
of us fighting, we called me and said “Felicity, I’m done. I can’t do this
anymore.” I had been dumped for the first time in my life and I felt broken for
the first time in my life.
I waited over a
year before I started dating my next boyfriend. We’ll call him Zachary. I met Zachary
my very first day of college. I was extremely nervous for my first day of
college, but Zachary was the “cool dude” who had been to college before so he
knew what he was doing. I put him in the friendzone while I partied and lived
up my first semester of my first year of college. By February, I started
realizing that I had feelings for him when he invited my best friend and me over
to watch the new episode of Jersey Shore and eat ice cream at his house since
we didn’t have a TV to watch it on. The thing is: he hates reality TV shows, so
I knew he was doing it to be sweet to Sam and I. He still lived at home to save
money; one night they went away to visit his younger brother at college so he
invited me to sleepover. Originally, the game plan was to watch movies and have
a drink. After a few drinks, I admitted my feelings toward him and he said they
were mutual. Then I blurted out “wanna be my boyfriend!?” and he said of
course. That’s how to two year Zachary-and-Felicity saga began. It was a
rollercoaster ride that I hadn’t prepared myself for. He spoiled me rotten,
treated me like a princess and did everything that I wanted to do. That was
until I discovered he was cheating.
About a week after
our one-year anniversary, I was at his house. I forgot my laptop and he was at
work, so I figured I would just sneak onto his to go on Pinterest. When I typed
the “p” into the address bar, Plenty of Fish came up so of course I had to go
investigate. It was then that I found he had a secret POF account where he was
trying to pick up other women. I immediately broke up with him, because I knew
that I couldn’t trust him. After about a
week of being broken up, I realized that I still had to finish college with him
and we were the same major! Quickly, I got back onto the relationship bandwagon
with Zachary. I never fully trusted him, and eventually broke up with him. One
night, we were at our mutual friend’s cottage but my stomach was bothering me
so I went home. The two of them went to the bar, and I woke up to a drunk text
from Zachary saying “I hate you. Everyone is kissing someone here. I want to be
kissing someone too, but I worry you’ll think I’m cheating on you”. At that
point, I knew that I needed to end things for my own sanity. I asked him to
come over, and I told him in person that I was done. He was extremely angry to
the point that he scared me but I knew that in order to grow, I needed to end
things. I still love Zachary, and probably always will have feelings for him;
but I knew that in order to keep growing, I needed to ‘do me’ for a while.
I met Michael this
past October. It was a solid three years of flings and guys that I just knew
that it was time for me to make the choice to settle down. Michael was a great
dude to settle down with, and I think overall he made me a much more humble
person. I met Michael through Sam, my best friend from college as he’s a good
friend of hers from high school. Meeting him was actually one of the funniest
nights I had in a long time. After last call, I said “I just really want to go
on an adventure” and after a night of flirting, Michael agreed to go to a park
near his house to play on the swings. One thing led to another, and the next morning
he asked me to hang out again with him that night. I said yes, and the rest is
history… sort of. We were together from October until February, where we
developed a routine; Friday nights were for going out and Saturdays were for
relaxing. It was a fun, laid back relationship, which was unusual for me. Michael
genuinely made me a better person. In January, after one night of drinking with
friends, he asked me to sit down and talk. We mutually agreed that we were on
different wavelengths of our lives; that he was still wanting to go out with
friends on Fridays and party whereas I wanted to settle down and move out. We
agreed to try to make it work, but it just didn’t. We tried to stay friends
after the initial breakup too, but it also didn’t work out. I personally think
we tried to be friends way too soon post-breakup, and neither one of us had an
opportunity to move out of the boyfriend/girlfriend thing. Honestly, Michael
was my shortest relationship but he by-far was my favourite. He made me a
better person, a stronger person and someone that I can look back at and be
happy with. The memories with him were some of the funniest, because he was so
carefree. I’m lucky that I had the time I did with Michael. As I previously
said, he was my shortest relationship; but I think I Zachary cherish his relationship
more than my relationships with Zachary and Matthew because of the memories.
Overall, I would
say that I’ve had some not so great luck with guys. I’m only 23 though, and
figure that I’ll meet someone eventually.
There is good news
from all of these failed relationships. I have found out what my type of guy is. I prefer a tall, bearded
millionaire. Just kidding. Sort of. I do like a taller gentleman with some
nerdy qualities (especially glasses). Bonus points if he’s a brunette, has a
car and a job. Therefore, if you know anyone who matches these qualities, send
them my way because Tinder is full of creepy non-nerdy guys!
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