Our end came just as abruptly as our beginning - in the end we had differente piorities, and she made it clear to me what hers were, and I let her know what mine were. There was a distance between us - a distance that could not be covered, and Sara - being the in demand sort of girl she was - soon replaced me with another. A part of me was relieved - the larger part, probably - and another part fo me felt like I hadn't done enough. But I never thought that I'd been slighted or that I'd been done wrong. We remained friendly ever since, and for a while there was somewhat of a sexual tension between us, albeit never acted upon. Our break-up was a weird one : I wanted to get a new mobile phone, she said that it wouldn't be wise for me - and for us, for some reason - if I bought it, though I could afford it. I got it anyways, and she got royally pissed off at me - apparently I wasn't allowed to make any decisions without her - and she broke up with me. For a little while afterwards there was a sort of moment where we got somewhat closer, but it was far too late. Eventually, I'd come to learn that not only had she met the guy who would be her next boyfriend - and also father to her child - but that she was already very likely involved with him even more we split up. Utlimately, it really didn't bother me that much, and I was glad she moved on quickly to someone more deserving of her.
There were some good takeaways from this relationship, though. She was friends with a few people I got to know well, and I got allong pretty well along them too. One of them - a guy whose nickname was 'Fi' - was someone who I lost touch with not bery long after I got to know him. He was a nice dude, though, and some part of me wishes we would've kept in touch. Besides him, there was another girl Sara was friends with - nicknamed 'Dark', she was. And she really had the hots for me, she did. In more than one occasion she tried to get me to sleep with her, but I just wasn't interested. Both at my place and at hers, she really tried her wiles on me, but I didn't want to cross that line. But did she give up? Did she bollocks - not long after me and Sara broke up, me and this girl went to Hugo's to watch a football game on TV. After that we went out for some drinks, me and her, and sometime around 2 a.m. I was tired and drunk, and I told her I was going to crash at a friend of mine's who lived nearby. I told her she could stay there, or go home, or if she wanted to, she could come with me, and we'd find somewhere for her to crash as well. We got to my friend's, he gave us a very thin set of sheets, some pilllows, and we slept on the floor. I fell asleep almost immediately, only to be woken up by her servicing herself on me. I said that I really wasn't interested in anything, but soon after she was riding me hard. Funny how the question of consent and being drunk doesn't apply to a man, isn't it?
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