Just for a change, this is not a tale of a batshit-insane ex
She is, and was, a perfectly nice person.

Some years ago, I became completely entranced by a girl who had been just a friend up until that point. She had become single, and I realised that I had, much to my surprise, fallen for her big time. Unfortunately, having come out of a long relationship, she wanted to go wild and wasn't interested in a new one.

I spent the best part of a year attempting to convince her that I was who she should be with. As I say, we were friends so were often socialising together anyway; unfortunately that meant that I had to watch as she got off with other men. It was hell, but I stuck with it; I genuinely cared about her, it wasn't just lust.*

Eventually, just before she went back to visit her folks over christmas, she agreed that, as she had had enough of wildness and was calming down now, we could go out on actual dates in the new year, and see how it went. Finally it looked like there was a chance that things might be working out.

Until, that is, the New Year party where she was due to appear on her return to town. Which she did - along with her new boyfriend, who she'd met while back home.

Bugger.

At that point, I realised that it was never going to happen, and reluctantly gave up my pursuit.

Now, here's the face-palming head-banging-on-the-wall part: I became good friends with this new boyfriend, to the point that, when they split up a couple of years later, he came to ME for tea and sympathy! Bastard!

Still, ya gotta laff, aint'cha?

* A lot of lust too, of course. And I did shag her, along the way: it was a relationship she wasn't interested in
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Thu 21 Oct 2010, 17:14, Reply)