Reason 6 – they don’t always have much pride
Posted by Beentheredonethat on March 31, 2008
I went out with a guy at uni for all of about 3 months. Being a good virginal uni student, the relationship never went further than a grope under the covers (if he was lucky – and note I said “under the covers”, not “under the shirt” – I was a VERY innocent girl!!). He wasn’t really my type (he supported Tottenham, I’m an Arsenal supporter from way back), and also (but not more importantly) I really didn’t want him to be my first. So all in all, he had to go.
After I ended things, David (aka Reason 6), had a wee bit of trouble letting go. I had only just moved out of home and he used to call my home regularly to talk to me. My dad had an issue with being the bad guy, so would tell David I wasn’t presently available (but never breaking to him that I had actually moved out – go figure!!), and then would proceed to chat for hours about football, beer, cars and the usual boy stuff. Afterwards, my father would call me to tell me that David had rung and that really he was a lovely guy, but Dad could understand why I wasn’t keen – even my Dad thought he was a bit soft.
But when, on the off chance, David would catch me at my parental home (usually when I was home for dinner - and because I was a poor university student this was more than a few times a week (usually 4 or 5 times at least!)), he would ask if he could see me and the conversation would go like this:
Me: No. I don’t want to see you.
Him: Oh, come on, just for a couple of hours. Just two hours!
Me: No. I don’t think so.
Him: Come on. Just one hour. I can buy you lunch. Just one little hour!
Me: No. I don’t think I have an hour free tomorrow.
Him: What about just half an hour? Just 30 minutes? Surely you can spare 30 minutes?
Me: No. Sorry.
Him: 20 minutes. Surely 20 minutes isn’t too much to ask?
Me: I have to go now.
Him: Please! Just 10 mins? 10 mins? Come on! I can walk you from one lecture to the other? Please!!
Please is right – jaysus man! Have some farken pride! I was embarrassed for him! And my best friend summed it up not long after when she told a boy (the one that I had chosen to be the one, incidentally) that she didn’t know why David had been so desperate to see me all the time. Afterall, she assured him, I “wasn’t that great!”
Thanks love!!
