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⌈ Secret Post #2625 ⌋

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Re: Most embarrassing relationship you have been in.

[(Anonymous)]

The one and only time I agreed to date someone. I was 14 or 15 at the time, he was a couple of years older, we had a mutual friend and we hung out as a group nearly every day over the school holidays. He was normal. Didn't have much to say to me.

Then he got my number and asked me out in a text message. I said yes because I had never been asked out before and young me thought that saying yes was the normal response. For some reason I didn't even ask myself if I liked him or not. Looking back on this I was probably not firing on all cylinders at the time. I was trying so hard to act "normal" that I was sort of a robot. Grief does weird things to people.

Anyway. We "dated" for about three months. In that time we never went on an actual date, never kissed, never spent time alone, didn't have any actual conversations except via text message, and never held hands.

I guess he was just shy and I was too much of an oblivious, emotionless void of a human being to pick up on anything at the time. I didn't even think he was that into me, except for the million text messages he sent me every day. Eventually this got so annoying that I dumped him and he apparently spent a week in his room crying and looking at pictures of me.

I feel sort of bad now, but I just genuinely couldn't care about anything or anyone at the time, had no adults to go to for advice, and didn't know what else to do.