So basically I met him during my summer school. I really thought of him as a friend at first but as I observed him more, I realised that he was kind (extremely), considerate and he knew how to take charge of the group. Little things such as reminding us what to bring before we embarked on the next destination, making sure we all boarded the train before he did, and navigating the way for us.
He was in my morning class with another girl. Since we would try to sit next to each other, we tended to get paired up together to practise on each other. Many times he would correct my pronunciation (since he already could speak fluently), and helped me with my homework. He also responded really quickly to my messages.
I really thought of him as a friend, and probably admired him too. On that Friday night, he took me and my roommate out for dessert, with him paying the bulk of it (and it ain't cheap). It was a birthday treat from him and I thought it was sweet of him.
The next day, he asked me if I had plans in the morning. I was confused as to whether it was a date but I agreed. A while later, he messaged me that our friend, X, was coming to join us. I felt disappointed but I agreed.
X was super late. She joined us around 4pm. That meant that I was with him from 10am onwards. We ate at a cafe and did window shopping afterwards. He would hold out his hand for me when I was trying my shoes.
I held them.
When X came, we headed to a restaurant and cat cafe. We had to order a drink each, so he and I ordered whisky while X ordered a milder drink. Tilted me.
After it, he told X to go back alone while he took me home. We got on the bus together and feeling tired and drunk (fellow ladies, pls do not get drunk till u can't think properly), i rested my head on this shoulders. He kept telling me to sleep and he put his hand on the side of my head. I said, if I made you uncomfortable, please say so. He laughed and said no, why would he.
Ladies and gentlemen, at this point, I was so confused if he actually liked me.
He texted my roommate to fetch me back to the room. At that surreal moment, it felt right.
The next day, it was a festival. He was so close to a friend that I became angry and confused. What did the night meant to him? It felt like he was putting a fish net for fishes (aka me and this friend) and was trying to switch between us. I was so pissed at that thought and the fact that it felt like I was possibly lightbulbing them, that I told them I really wanted to eat a particular food, and I stormed off.
I ate gyoza alone in the rain, and whilst struggling with the chopsticks and the umbrella, I spilt sauce all over my arms. Frustration and possibly jealousy, welled up in me. I took out my cap and simultaneously dropped my cap when my roommate found me. She knew from my expression that I was about to cry, and I hung onto her. I whispered to her that I was so annoyed, I really wanted to leave immediately. Knowing that the group would realise something was wrong, she told me to hang in there and shared her food with me (best pal girl ever). We ate and I didn't look at him in the eye.
I bought takoyaki and while trying to eat, my hair kept falling into my food. He reached out to tuck my hair behind, which further confused me. We left quickly after that, with me buying 2 cans of strong beer to get drunk on.
He texted me, asking if I was alright. I asked, do you think I'm alright? He said, well, you look tired. I said, did I look tired to you? To summarise this whole conversation, I kind of confessed that I liked him, and I was so prepared to be rejected. Imagine my surprise when he said he did like me back but he wasn't sure. We decided to meet up the next day to talk.
I met him near my hostel and we bought cans of beer. Initially we wanted to go to a park to talk, but that night, it was cold. So we decided to just go to my room to talk (big mistake yall: never bring a guy to your room alone).
We started revealing things about each other, and expectations we want to have about each other. He asked me, "do you want me?". I was confused because I wasn't sure. I only knew him for 3 weeks plus. I avoided his question and said, well you aren't sure about me too. He replied, "It depends on you. Do you want me?"
1. He was in my room, sitting on the floor.
2. At that point, he was this guy that was kind, mature, and caring.
I told him, "You may be the guy I am looking for. Would that answer your question?" Blinking a few seconds, he stood up and looked at me in the eye.
I knew what was coming but nevertheless, I still flinched when he brought his head closer to mine. Squeezing my eyes shut, I felt his lips contact mine. What I never expected was the feel of his tongue in my mouth. I thought, wait is this a French kiss?
We pulled away, and I looked away. I said, "This is my first kiss. Is this a French kiss? I've never done it before." He leaned even closer and smirked, "well, you'll get to practise a lot". I was quite turned off, but he french-kissed me again. We kissed a total of 6 times, and he even kissed my neck and my forehead. Millions of red flags. Was this a guy who can't control himself? Was he not what I thought he was?
Hugging me, he asked if I was happy. What else could I say?
We held hands while we walked back to the station. That night, he texted me if he could call me darling. Another red flag.
I told him it was too fast and he agreed to slow down. We were official for a total of 3 days.
On the third day, we were catching up and he stated that he would like to bring me to an adult shop.
Me: With just me or with the rest?
Him: No, just you alone.
Me: Haha, why just me? And we've gone to an adult shop with the rest before.
Him: Yeah but it's different. I want to describe to you how I will use the sex toys on you.
Me: ...
I told him it wasn't funny as a joke. I had told him to slow down since that night, and we were not at the stage to tell dirty jokes. I didn't like it, and I told him that we should go back to being friends. He agreed.
Up to now, he continued to text me repeatedly everyday.
I just had a face to face conversation with one of my guy best friends, and he said, it sounded like he is desperate for sex. He disapproved of him. Majority of my closest friends said no too.
I guess that I'll cut him off. There's too many red flags even at the beginning. He isn't who I thought he was.
Ladies and gentlemen, at this point, I was so confused if he actually liked me.
He texted my roommate to fetch me back to the room. At that surreal moment, it felt right.
The next day, it was a festival. He was so close to a friend that I became angry and confused. What did the night meant to him? It felt like he was putting a fish net for fishes (aka me and this friend) and was trying to switch between us. I was so pissed at that thought and the fact that it felt like I was possibly lightbulbing them, that I told them I really wanted to eat a particular food, and I stormed off.
I ate gyoza alone in the rain, and whilst struggling with the chopsticks and the umbrella, I spilt sauce all over my arms. Frustration and possibly jealousy, welled up in me. I took out my cap and simultaneously dropped my cap when my roommate found me. She knew from my expression that I was about to cry, and I hung onto her. I whispered to her that I was so annoyed, I really wanted to leave immediately. Knowing that the group would realise something was wrong, she told me to hang in there and shared her food with me (best pal girl ever). We ate and I didn't look at him in the eye.
I bought takoyaki and while trying to eat, my hair kept falling into my food. He reached out to tuck my hair behind, which further confused me. We left quickly after that, with me buying 2 cans of strong beer to get drunk on.
He texted me, asking if I was alright. I asked, do you think I'm alright? He said, well, you look tired. I said, did I look tired to you? To summarise this whole conversation, I kind of confessed that I liked him, and I was so prepared to be rejected. Imagine my surprise when he said he did like me back but he wasn't sure. We decided to meet up the next day to talk.
I met him near my hostel and we bought cans of beer. Initially we wanted to go to a park to talk, but that night, it was cold. So we decided to just go to my room to talk (big mistake yall: never bring a guy to your room alone).
We started revealing things about each other, and expectations we want to have about each other. He asked me, "do you want me?". I was confused because I wasn't sure. I only knew him for 3 weeks plus. I avoided his question and said, well you aren't sure about me too. He replied, "It depends on you. Do you want me?"
1. He was in my room, sitting on the floor.
2. At that point, he was this guy that was kind, mature, and caring.
I told him, "You may be the guy I am looking for. Would that answer your question?" Blinking a few seconds, he stood up and looked at me in the eye.
I knew what was coming but nevertheless, I still flinched when he brought his head closer to mine. Squeezing my eyes shut, I felt his lips contact mine. What I never expected was the feel of his tongue in my mouth. I thought, wait is this a French kiss?
We pulled away, and I looked away. I said, "This is my first kiss. Is this a French kiss? I've never done it before." He leaned even closer and smirked, "well, you'll get to practise a lot". I was quite turned off, but he french-kissed me again. We kissed a total of 6 times, and he even kissed my neck and my forehead. Millions of red flags. Was this a guy who can't control himself? Was he not what I thought he was?
Hugging me, he asked if I was happy. What else could I say?
We held hands while we walked back to the station. That night, he texted me if he could call me darling. Another red flag.
I told him it was too fast and he agreed to slow down. We were official for a total of 3 days.
On the third day, we were catching up and he stated that he would like to bring me to an adult shop.
Me: With just me or with the rest?
Him: No, just you alone.
Me: Haha, why just me? And we've gone to an adult shop with the rest before.
Him: Yeah but it's different. I want to describe to you how I will use the sex toys on you.
Me: ...
I told him it wasn't funny as a joke. I had told him to slow down since that night, and we were not at the stage to tell dirty jokes. I didn't like it, and I told him that we should go back to being friends. He agreed.
Up to now, he continued to text me repeatedly everyday.
I just had a face to face conversation with one of my guy best friends, and he said, it sounded like he is desperate for sex. He disapproved of him. Majority of my closest friends said no too.
I guess that I'll cut him off. There's too many red flags even at the beginning. He isn't who I thought he was.
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