For those that do not know a few months back my girlfriend of six years and I decided to break up. This was a mutual decision that I feel we both felt coming for a while. Why we broke up I feel is best answered that we both grew apart.
She was my first for everything. First girl I ever asked out, first girl I ever kissed, first girl I ever slept with, and first girl I ever moved in with. We had a good run, and a lot of fun times but I honestly feel we both just grew apart.
But being broken apart threw me into an awkward situation. For the first time since I was fifteen I was single. I really had/have no idea how to play the dating game. I never really knew how back when I was fifteen. My lack of knowledge makes me feel that I fail at dating.
The first girl I started to date after the break up was a coworker. I had grown a fondness for this girl over the time I had worked at my job. But I never did anything more than just a little bit of flirting with her. Before I had even moved out of my apartment with my old girlfriend I had started to hang out with her.
As a friend I took her to see a midnight showing of “The Rocky Horror Picture Show”. One of my favorite pass times. I took this as a test, I honestly was not sure if she was into me or not (I can never tell with girls). Somehow I found a way to pay for her ticket, she put up a little bit of a fight, but I ended up winning. The movie went well and after words neither of us was ready to call it a night.
After the movie we went for a late night meal at IHOP. We kept talking without any awkward pauses. I took this as a good sign. When the waitress asked if the bill was separate we both hesitated. I eventually landed on separate, feeling that I would push her into thinking that we where on a date when she only wanted to be friends if I was to pay for the meal.
“I see how it is you will pay for my movie but not for my dinner.” She jokingly said.
I replied defensively “I am not for sure what this is. Is this a date?”
“No we are just two friends hanging out” she replied. The rest of the night was quiet.
I drove her back to her car and told her to text me when she got home so I would know that she got home all right. I lay on the couch of my old apartment waiting for her text. When it finally arrived I texted her “Good night” and fell asleep. I liked her but was fairly sure that I had screwed things up with her.
