Bottle popping, loud drunk people gathering around the couch, the couple beside me was underneath the duvet - making love, and I can't stop staring at the blank space, wondering how fate works its way into one's life. Jonathan is at the other room, trying to convince Mike to work out. Jonathan. Jon.
I met him last semester. I went to this club downtown with a bunch of my mates. I was being oblivious to his existence then because I think I just got out of a bad relationship. So after club, we were hanging around and Jon and his friends invited us for an after-party thingy at Mike's place. Guess what? We all left to Mike's place. Boy oh boy, was Jon buzzed that night. As far as my memories of him, I wasn't too fond of him because he was too buzzed and he was just so obnoxiously loud. He vomited. Honestly, at that point in time, I thought he was a party-goer, and all he does is party and more partying.
5 months later-
I met Mike and Jon at the same club again, on St. Patrick's day. I developed this friendship with Mike so I was enthused to see him there. Jon, I was like, mmmm, its alright. ha- I went wild on the dance floor with my girl. It was fun. I had a lot of fun. And at the end of the night, Jon suddenly appeared in front of me, and started talking to me and asked for my number.
The next day,
Woke up with a hangover. Received a text from him. I replied non-chalantly. Then, we were talking the entire day.
Without realizing it, we were into texting frenzy for a week. He said he wants a serious relationship and wanting to being committed. He asked me out on a date. At first, I was like, nahhhhh I have to check my schedule because I may have something on that day. Then after awhile of talking to him, I began developing feelings for him. I can feel the bubbles slowly bursting out spelling that I like this guy. He's actually a decent guy whom focuses on mostly his work, interests and hobbies. So, I said yes. Why not give it a try. He is after all, the first American guy I met, whom wants something serious and not afraid to tell me.
Friday.
He came. He gave me a big hug. He looks so handsome in his grey shirt. We went to a park nearby my campus. It was a cold windy night. He took off his hoodie, laid it on the wet grass so I won't dirty my dress. Did I mention it was cold?
I had fun the entire night. I finally get to experience what a crazy shit ass party would be like with the Americans. Believe me, it was really insane. Not so much of the puking, but the things they do. Ha. Mind blowing experiences. :)
I cuddled with Jon the entire night. We were laughing and giggling because we were buzzzed!
He went home on Saturday but came back to mine at the evening to spend the night with me because I missed cuddling with him already. Of course I was delighted that he returned. I mean that was a solid 30-minute drive. And he did mention to me, he hates driving. lol.
You know how all these past relationships have got me building a wall around. To prevent me from getting hurt and those kinda shit. So things don't get down too badly when shit happens. I keep thinking of ways and reasons why this won't work. I am too afraid of being in another short term relationship. Of losing Jon. because one more strike, I won't be able to properly stand up. My brain just works it's way out trying to convince me that this is going down south. But my feelings towards him is slowly building up, and the fact that I am too comfy around him is making it worse.
oh, falling for someone is so hard.
I met him last semester. I went to this club downtown with a bunch of my mates. I was being oblivious to his existence then because I think I just got out of a bad relationship. So after club, we were hanging around and Jon and his friends invited us for an after-party thingy at Mike's place. Guess what? We all left to Mike's place. Boy oh boy, was Jon buzzed that night. As far as my memories of him, I wasn't too fond of him because he was too buzzed and he was just so obnoxiously loud. He vomited. Honestly, at that point in time, I thought he was a party-goer, and all he does is party and more partying.
5 months later-
I met Mike and Jon at the same club again, on St. Patrick's day. I developed this friendship with Mike so I was enthused to see him there. Jon, I was like, mmmm, its alright. ha- I went wild on the dance floor with my girl. It was fun. I had a lot of fun. And at the end of the night, Jon suddenly appeared in front of me, and started talking to me and asked for my number.
The next day,
Woke up with a hangover. Received a text from him. I replied non-chalantly. Then, we were talking the entire day.
Without realizing it, we were into texting frenzy for a week. He said he wants a serious relationship and wanting to being committed. He asked me out on a date. At first, I was like, nahhhhh I have to check my schedule because I may have something on that day. Then after awhile of talking to him, I began developing feelings for him. I can feel the bubbles slowly bursting out spelling that I like this guy. He's actually a decent guy whom focuses on mostly his work, interests and hobbies. So, I said yes. Why not give it a try. He is after all, the first American guy I met, whom wants something serious and not afraid to tell me.
Friday.
He came. He gave me a big hug. He looks so handsome in his grey shirt. We went to a park nearby my campus. It was a cold windy night. He took off his hoodie, laid it on the wet grass so I won't dirty my dress. Did I mention it was cold?
I had fun the entire night. I finally get to experience what a crazy shit ass party would be like with the Americans. Believe me, it was really insane. Not so much of the puking, but the things they do. Ha. Mind blowing experiences. :)
I cuddled with Jon the entire night. We were laughing and giggling because we were buzzzed!
He went home on Saturday but came back to mine at the evening to spend the night with me because I missed cuddling with him already. Of course I was delighted that he returned. I mean that was a solid 30-minute drive. And he did mention to me, he hates driving. lol.
You know how all these past relationships have got me building a wall around. To prevent me from getting hurt and those kinda shit. So things don't get down too badly when shit happens. I keep thinking of ways and reasons why this won't work. I am too afraid of being in another short term relationship. Of losing Jon. because one more strike, I won't be able to properly stand up. My brain just works it's way out trying to convince me that this is going down south. But my feelings towards him is slowly building up, and the fact that I am too comfy around him is making it worse.
oh, falling for someone is so hard.
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