There haven't been nearly enough complaints about the opposite sex lately on these forums, or people complaining about their shitty lovelives.
The Background
I've been back in Jersey for about a month and a half now (school holidays - I start at my new school next week).
As I've needed to earn a bit of money to fund myself through this time, I got a job at the cinema. I've done it during the other holidays for university. It doesn't pay very well, but it's easy, and a lot of the staff are quite cool.
There is this one girl there - we'll call her Linda (coincidentally, that happens to be her real name too).
When I was over at Easter I ended up "pulling" this girl in a nightclub. I was pretty keen on her, but unfortunately I had to go back to university in 3-4 days time, so the prospect of a relationship was not particularly enticing.
There's a bit about it
here, in the Lovelife bit.
Anyway.
The Situation
This girl is a little bit "strange". She's one of these girls who'll blow hot and cold. One minute she'll be flirting like hell, the next she'll practically ignore you.
The messed up thing is, I love that.
I don't go for girls who are nice and who you would love to take home to your parents. I have this annoying attraction to slightly mental girls.
So at the beginning of the summer, I see her out a couple of times. We were in a club, and she talks to me animatedly for about 10 minutes.
She then has to go somewhere, and I see her later. Whenever I see her though, she always rushes off.
Weird, I thought, but I dismissed it.
From then on, whenever I saw her out, she'd do something similar. We'd get really close, and then she'd always run off.
When we were at work together (she works at the cinema - it's how I know her), she'd be perfectly friendly.
I got pretty pissed off with her behaviour after a week or two, as I do quite like her.
I sent her an arsey text or two, and told her it was damn rude how she was behaving.
I proceeded to ignore her for about 2-3 weeks. Pretty immature, but it prevented her from head****ering me.
Anyway, she came on MSN the other night (which she rarely does) and started talking to me. At first I was receptive but curt, then I decided to be a bit chatty.
She was pretty friendly.
The next few times I was working, we were on the same shift, and often in the same place.
We ended up flirting a lot.
The Event
I asked her out for drinks on Friday evening (the one just gone), after work.
She said maybe.
The next day she said sure.
Then later she said her friends wanted to go out, so would it be ok if they tagged along with us. I didn't mind - it was all-girls, and they were all quite pretty.
It ended up though, that a bunch of my friends from work were going out too, and wanted me to come back to a houseparty at one of theirs. I was tempted - also I had a hunch this thing with Linda might go wrong - the whole mental thing of her running off when she was out with me.
So we all went in a group to the bar/club place, and had a few drinks.
I told Linda I was going to my mates, and that she should come up after the bar closed, unless she fancied going then with me.
She said she'd come up later.
So me and 3 other guys go back to Dave's house. We get out the sambucca, vodka and a few other bits and pieces of alcohol.
We ended up doing these Vapour things (I don't remember the details - it involves sucking up sambucca vapour that has been made by lighting the sambucca in a glass).
From then on it got a bit hazy.
At some point myself and the three other guys ended up naked in the jacuzzi thing Dave had outside. I have no idea who's idea it was, but it was pretty funny - and surprisingly non-homoerotic. I guess if you're comfortable with a situation, it doesn't become weird (sorry Silversmoke).
Linda rang, and said she'd be up in about 15 minutes, and wanted to know where Dave lived, for the taxi driver. She was coming on her own - her friends were going home.
She arrived, and seemed surprisingly non-plussed that all four of us were naked in a hot tub.
We told her to get in. She put on some of Dave's trunks, climbed in, and took off her bra.
There was nowhere to sit for her really (the design was so that there were four corners to sit in, the rest was kind of sloped I think) so she sat half on my knee.
I was all ;D
She got out and got some drinks for us, and I went to the loo.
I came back and found her lying on the patio floor outside (the jacuzzi was outside), with one of my friends (Adam) leaning over her. She seemed like she was laughing.
She turned round and had blood streaming out of her nose. She'd fallen down the stairs and was crying.
I was all ;(
So we spent the next 20 minutes helping her mop her face up while she cried. It was pretty messy.
I live kind of near her, so I told her I'd order a taxi for us.
We got in the taxi and headed to hers.
We went up to her room.
Now she'd calmed down a lot now, but then she hadn't seen a mirror. Her face had 3 separate cuts, and she had a bit of a thick lip too. She's a very pretty girl, but it wasn't nice to look at. I felt really sorry for her
I offered to get some tissue and water to try to clear her up, before she went to bed.
I came back and tried to help. She kept doing the drunk girly thing of "don't leave me *sob* *sob*".
I lay in bed with her and cuddled her a bit.
The rest of it is a bit hazy. I remember kissing her softly a bit, and her holding me.
Then I remember her straddling me.
I was drunk as hell.
I was horny as hell.
She straddled me and wanted to have sex.
I pushed her on her side and said something along the lines of "No, that really isn't a good idea. You're a virgin, and losing that on a drunken one-night stand is definitely not the way to go". Something similar anyway.
She hugged me and told me how sweet and stuff I was. Zing, I thought.
Secretly, I thought "I probably wouldn't have been able to get it up properly anyway" - she didn't need to know that.
In the morning, it wasn't pleasant. I was hungover, her face was hurting, and I just wanted to go home. I could tell she felt really embarrassed about the whole thing.
I made my excuses and walked home.
When I was sober later, I kicked myself for not having sex. It would have felt too much like taking advantage of her though. I know what I did was the "right" thing, but it's annoying.
The ""
Now the thing is, she's texted me more over the last two days.
Her recent texts, on me inviting her out and stuff, have been along the lines of "Please don't, you're leaving soon, so there's no point" and "I'd be too embarrassed to see you".
It's messed me up.
I'm really into this girl.
But I have to go to London on Wednesday, and I don't know when I'll next see her.
All the signs are that I should leave it be, forget about it. She's young (17), which should be a big deal, but for some reason I just don't care. She lives in Jersey, I'm going to be in London. She doesn't seem keen on the whole idea anyway. Plus she's mental.
But I want her
I'm just hoping that when I get over to the mainland, I won't think about her as much. I'll have too much else on my mind.
I was hoping for a much more substantial ending to this story. At least some huge rejection from her (the GD way!) - or at least to see her properly before I leave.
It's a bit of a crap story, but I'm feeling angsty.
Where else is better to tell tales of misery and relationship failure than GD, anyway?
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