He was a rebound. He did not know this.
He was cute, one of the few cute guys in our friend group. He did know this.
He was hooking up with somewhere between 2-5 other girls when we were seeing each other (non-exclusively). I don’t know if he knew that I knew this.
He was tall, shaggy hair, and had a more dominant demeanor. He had such a thick accent, which helped.
This didn’t really translate to the sex.
See the problem was that neither of us liked to be on top.
There was one night, after we saw a show, he came up behind me, his arm pinned to my chest, he started to kiss down my neck, pulling my hair to the side.
“That gave me some ideas,” He whispered, and it sent shivers down my spine.
I asked him if he could do that again, the next time, or at least try that same demeanor, and…
God bless him, he would try. I tried, not as much, but would try. But we both just weren’t into it.
A few months in, and I knew he liked me, and I fully admit that I would’ve been more into it, had this not been a big problem.
And I fully admit I was a bit of an asshole about it.
His roommate had recently been broken up with, and he said she’d seen it coming, and so could he.
“The guy started cancelling plans, started drifting away,” It wasn’t a pointed comment, but I was in the beginning stages of doing the exact same thing.
He turned into a monogamist after that. With someone who stated that the sex with him was fan-fucking-tastic.
I understand people who are all about that virgin-til-married life. It’s a scary world out there. To each their own.
But seriously guys, you gotta figure out compatibility. Because that is some real shit that can make or break you.