Some Awkward Nincompoopery
Dear Readers, yesterday’s installment of nincompoopery introduced us to SAN where he set up this unfolding drama with his desire to have a life-long relationship just like his grandparents: full of arguments and light on happiness. Imagine the BSG’s reaction (or just read it). We continue here with the story already in process…
I never searched for a high school sweetheart to spend my life with, but I did in fact end up falling in love with, in my eyes, the most beautiful girl I have ever laid eyes on (Sydney). We dated for almost two years. About 5 months before we broke up, I stupidly sent and received inappropriate texts from a couple girls. I think I just got an adrenaline rush the few times I did it, and when our conversations ended, I felt horrible. One day, 3 months before we broke up, while at work with my best friend, I told him I was going to stop. I had full intensions of never going behind her back again. Coincidently, that same day, I was hanging out with my girlfriend and I got a text from one of the girls. I left the room right as I saw her name on my phone screen. I told her never to do that again. To make a long story short, all the girls decided to tell her that same night about what had happened. I’ve never felt any lower in my entire life. To see somebody who I loved that much, crushed, by something I did, destroyed me. I can’t even out into words of how broken my heart was knowing that the cause of all her pain was because of my foolish actions. I knew what I was doing was wrong but I never thought that THAT could happen. I told her to leave me, I told her she has no reason to have to forgive me. But she decided against that, she told me she would give me a second chance. After she said that, I did anything and everything for her, not to suck up, but rather to let her know that I really cared. I never let her down again. I thought everything was perfect. Her happiness was my happiness. Then, after one of the most amazing days I’ve ever had with her, it quickly went down hill. I went to a friends house to watch the fights, she went to a friend to “babysit.” Little did I know, her friend was having a party. I found out and showed up…
The Bitter Single Guy has to say that he’s not fooled here, although he thinks that perhaps you’re so bought into this part of the story that maybe YOU’RE fooled. The first part of this section you say that you were sexting with “a couple of girls”, then when you got caught, you say that “all the girls decided to tell her”, so exactly how many girls were you sexting with SAN? Never mind, it doesn’t matter. What matters, aside from your attempt to write pretty language around it, is that you cheated. Yeah, the BSG realizes that you don’t say you got naked with any of these girls, but the BSG bets that the girls thought that was going to happen and the BSG absolutely KNOWS that you thought about it…likely while you were having intimate time with Perfect Girl. Seriously SAN, if you can’t admit this to the BSG, he at least hopes you’re admitting it to yourself.
So the gist is that you had a Perfect Girl, you cyber-cheated on her and you got caught. This is not really tragic, this is life.
OK SAN, the BSG is going to lighten up on you a little here. The titillation of something new is tough to avoid and the slope gets slippery pretty quickly in the BSG’s unfortunate experience, which is to say, he’s sure that you convinced yourself that the first text of “how’s your day?”, or some such nonsense, was perfectly innocent. But the BSG knows you SAN, and you and he both know that although the words were innocent, the intent wasn’t. So then it goes from “how’s your day?”, to “you looked really good in that shirt”, to “you looked really HOT in that shirt”. Feel the slipperiness of that slope, SAN? So you did what many people have done…you took your relationship for granted while you got off (metaphorically at least, perhaps literally) on sexting with someone forbidden, until it bit you in the ass (probably just metaphorically). And all your intentions (that you even told your friend! Yay for your intentions!) about stopping the cyber-cheating didn’t actually amount to anything because you didn’t stop before you got caught.
OK so you cyber-cheated and got caught. You debased yourself and told Perfect Girl to dump you. She chose instead to give you a second chance and everything was great. In fact, as you say “her happiness was your happiness”. This is a huge red flag for the BSG, but it’s actually sort of in line with what he’s read already. This is poetic, SAN, but not realistic.
The BSG, for the sake of his readers, is going to leave us all on this cliff hanger of what happened at the babysitting party. Tune in tomorrow, because it just keeps going.