To the fuckers out there who think they know it all ..

In describing said events, I might get emotional; not physically emotional, but brooding if anything.       Easiest way to set it up would be to just spit it out. But anything of value takes time, and if its of high quality, all the bullshit is cut out. Either way, its going to be good something.     Start off with the fact that I had just remet him (met him once last semester for philanthropy), and he was as gorgeous as ever. Needless to say, I am a bit of a wild one and drank to the point where all the awkwardness just peels off and left behind is the funniest, smartest, fruit. And so courageously, I grinder with him for a long while. 

Fast forward a few weeks to where I needed a date for my sorority date party. My previous date was a flake and did not tell me that he could not go, but did not answer any of my messages. To top it off, I was in charge of said date party and did not want to go alone. Therefore, I invited him, which we shall name as "Q". Jan (the girl who is dating one of Q's brothers) teased me about going to the dance with Q, since she was at the "wild ones" party.

 Q was so excited that night when I texted him. He could not stop suggesting ideas and such. ALL of which I agreed to try (because he's doing me a favor and he is a babe). He wanted to go find costumes the day of the party; I am in charge of setting up the venue, so in agreeing to do so, I risked the party not getting set up on time.  Long story short about date party, we danced with each other the whole time I was on the dance floor ( I had to run around to announce awards, fix the dessert buffet and check up on people).  And on the bus, we sat by each other, just talking normally or I would complain a little bit, but either way words were being said. And at some point, he said, VERBATIM, "... I would really like to hang out with you again sometime". 

And so from then on, I got invited to all the things he got invited to. I soon became his plus one. Fishing, going out to the local bar that gives no fucks that you're underage, baseball games, etc. From there things blossomed to a point where I was uncertain of my own feelings.  Until one day, my sister Kath told me to check his Facebook relationship status:                     IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH some chick who's name I can't remember for shit.

And that's the kicker: HE'S IN A RELATIONSHIP. From then on, I acted semi awkwardly to attempt to shake him off.  Apparently that did not work out at all because one day when I was at study hours at the house, Jan told me that he had broken up with his girlfriend.  Ecstatic I was, but in the pit of my heart, I remembered what had happened with one of his brothers, Thomas. The fear of having that moment exposed killed me deep down. Thomas would not take a subtle hint at all. Meanwhile, I was thrilled to hear I had a chance with the guy who seemed to have understood me.  Q invited me to a celebration dinner with his frat, of which I was cognizant that Thomas would attend. The feeling of sitting across your potential lover and besides your accidental "I-dont-have-feelings-for-you" fling was the worst. I had to text my Big sister to calm me down/ tell me what to do. As uncomfortable as that was, I said "Hi" and "Bye" to everyone with a lapse of half an hour in-between. I had previously mentioned something about needing to buy something at Walmart. And I casually mentioned to him that I could not find anyone willing to go with me.  He took me there, I bought the paint I actually needed, and a few other miscellaneous items. He also shopped around for toiletries, of which I made fun of him for. We bought stuff to bake and that night we baked. He wanted to make lemon bars, so we did... And from there, I made him watch one of my movies from my Cinema class. (I hadn't watched it, so might as well watch it with him.... wrong. So many naked ladies and blood like wtf) And we continued to watch netflix afterwards. I fell asleep, but woke up to his hand caressing its way down my pants. At this moment, I'm baffled because I'm not the curviest woman ever, nor is he drunk. 

Either way, we make it to the bedroom and I try to go to sleep. He impedes this and continues doing sexy things.  Im like "nooooo, I don't want to be easy..." And at one point, I just cave because damn, who wouldn't have caved? Either way, he can't get it up, Im sitting in bed regretting this.  However, the next morning, he acted as if all was fine until we found a post on 9Gag that was relevant to last night and we died of laughter. And he offered to have breakfast with me (which is known as being in public with the person you just slept with, which no one ever likes doing). From then on, he would call me to talk to me, or to do business. 

On Easter, he invited me to go Top Golf. I did, thinking it was a 1-1 date; nope, turned out to be a triple date. So I played horribly cause i suck, whatever. Either way, I mentioned that I needed to go back to the dorm early to finish an assignment. He tags along with me in my car because he hitched a ride and needed to be back early. As we leave, he mumbles something about this being a date.  I was taken a back because A) I had to pay for my own membership card and B) if I had ordered food, he would have made me pay for it. ALSO he didn't tell me there would be other people.  Later that night I met up with him to watch spongebob since he wanted to have a marathon. He told me to bring the leftover lemon bars. We run into some of his brothers on the way to his room. (AS IF THEY DIDNT ALREADY KNOW) 

Fast forward to last Monday. I asked him if he could swoop on by and pick up Kath and I to get some Whataburger. He said yes to this but during the trip, he said something off-putting because I had accidentally said Thomas' name. He inquired, "What do you think about Thomas," "he's fine," I retorted not fully understanding the moment. From there on, he turned frigid. As in Antarctica would have been considered hell from the coldness he was giving.  I didn't ask him about it. (MISTAKE #1) Next day he didn't text back or anything, of which I was freaking out. But then I remembered he did mention working on a project and needing to study for finals. So I blew off that silence thinking it was studying (MISTAKE #2) 

Either way, come the day of the mixer we coplanned, he soberly dances on one of my slutty sisters. Jan knows that we've been talking so wtf. I'm pissed. I take so many shots in such a short period of time that at this point, I can't even stand up (I learned that the other day). That morning, he called me. I ignored, then early Saturday morning at 2am, he called twice. 

Anyway, the beach is on Saturday, where slutty sister was invited to the beach. He rides in his brother's car (who was taking my sister Mara and i in) and so I complained to his brother (in spanish of course) on why was he torturing me with having to ride with Q. Of which his brother Jesus responded that he did not have an inkling of what I was referring to.

Sure. At the beach, she was throwing herself at him. And at one moment I intercepted it because fuck you guys. Pulled him aside and talked to him, reprimanding him for Thursday night at the mixer, and today, Saturday. He also acted like he didn't know what I was talking about, to which i got madder and told him.

He answered back with this :

"I just broke up with my girlfriend of 2 years. I am not looking for a relationship." Of which I respond to with:

"You didn't have to treat me as if I was yours then. You didn't have to play with my head like that. I'm not mad about that, but I'm upset that you messed with my head."