This then led to me having to divulge my worst being dumped story. Strangely it was the first and one of the only times I have ever dated someone who was significantly younger than me. I was 23 and he was 17, only 6 years but still the biggest age difference young wise. Anyway I met him in a bar and thought I’d give him a go and within a week I was head over heels for him. He was funny, sweet, naive and good looking.After six weeks together I was shocked one night when he sat me down and told me it just wasn’t working for him. I got the usual, it’s not you but me routine mixed in with a slight criticism that I was too reactionary, wild and wanted to party to much. Gutted was not the word. Of course I was all of those things I’d only been in London 2 years and it is a party town and I was a student.
Anyway I remember I left his shared flat after that and walked along Compton Street in the pouring rain with tears rolling down my cheeks. What a sad picture I must of looked, so what did I go and do, met up with a friend got drunk and took some acid. At some point in the night I ended back up by ex’s flat share knocking on the door crying and begging him to take me back (no dignity) then I spilled I was having a bad trip. Anyway like a good guy he took me in and then let me sleep it off, luckily I woke up before him and sneaked out with what little dignity I had left – then spent the next 6 months avoiding going anywhere that I might bump into him.
Needless to say my lack of dignity and embarrassment meant this was a fairly easy affair to get over despite being totally gutted about being dumped. I also never dated a guy significantly younger than me again and after tell G about this a little chip of my dignity fell away again.

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