Friend dating ex
It should be no surprise, then, that I majored in mathematics myself. Then we would both die and be buried next to each other.To find a girl who was fascinated with math and physics was a twofold boon: 1) a girl who pursued these areas of study had similar interests to mine, and thus would almost surely understand my worldview; and 2) science and math, as academic fields, are male-dominated—so the women in the field struck me as brave, exceedingly intelligent, ambitious, and far above shallow pursuits, like obsessing over makeup or dancing to bad music—i.e., things Christine loved. It seemed foolproof, and for the most part, it was. I felt no concern that Kathy would resist my advances.
For me, I realized that I should have been dating my girlfriend’s best friend a few weeks after I had become exclusive with my girlfriend.
Every time she went home, Christine would hang out with a group of local police officers. I still don’t know how I managed to stammer through that one. Nothing was going to stop me from advancing on the girl I knew I wanted.♦◊♦Over the next few weeks, I thrust myself into Kathy’s life. The thrilling thing wasn’t that I ransacked a clique one by one—it was the fact that yet again, the girl I wanted became my girlfriend.
I told her that I enjoyed that she loved me, and that one day I hoped to love her, but I just wasn’t sure, at that moment, if I was able to feel the same way about her, and I didn’t want to lie. To be sure, I felt somewhat guilty that I might hurt Christine’s feelings. And for at least a month, dating Kathy was amazing. Of course, we also kissed each other and slept together—although therein lay some difficulty.
Plenty of people who would never speak to me otherwise, let alone date me, have laughed at things I said.
In truth, I don’t really remember what I said to her, or how it happened, or what the details were, but I do know that I offered to help her with her chemistry homework a couple days after the elevator incident.