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Let’s see, I think it was back in high school at some point. All I can say is: I should never agree to be set up by people I consider family, it is not for the best. Regardless, I believe it was Thanksgiving of senior year that I was set up with this guy. He was tall, really cute, and it seemed like a good idea, after all I had never dated anyone taller than me.
Well, there turned out to be one problem. He’s a little dense. Not romantic is something I don’t mind, since I’m not very romantic or mushy myself, but dense is a little hard to deal with when I can’t stand people being stupid. I have dated people I consider a little under par in the brains department before, and it can be fun so long as there is something fulfilling in the relationship, and that was my hope in this situation.
Wrong. He was nice, and polite. Too polite. Polite to the point where I was going insane. He kissed me whenever I drove him home, and the first time we went out and I drove him home, he asked if he could. Quirky but cute, and a lousy kiss, but still added to quirky and cute all seemed nice in the world. The issue was that this was not a cute one time start to the romance, but rather the standard. It is really annoying to be asked all the time if you can be kissed, and for me any passion died sometime around the third time he asked.
The relationship did a nosedive from there. My frustration built over time but I didn’t want to say anything because he was being such a nice guy. Folks I knew who were friends of his had never seen him that nice. I imagine he didn’t quite know what to do with me, and resorted to the safest mode of interaction. The only problem is I’m too down to earth from that, and not at all angelic enough to find it endearing. I was probably more mean than I needed to be when I broke up with him, but was having major headaches, taking crazy medications for it and fed up with 4 months of horrendous dreaded kisses. I remember mom and I used to fight over who was going to drive him home.
When you fight with your mom over who is going to drive your boyfriend home, you know there’s a problem. For me, the issue was avoiding that daily kiss. Ugh!
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