I dated this great guy in college. Without sounding cliche, he really was a nice and considerate guy. Things were never that serious, but I remember hoping that it would be.
That summer when we dated, he went on a family trip to Las Vegas. (Red light, red light. Who takes a family trip to Vegas? In the summer no less.) I saw him off that day with a casual lunch and and we planned to speak when he returned in a few days.
Like clockwork, he called the afternoon he got back and asked me to go on a hike. Of course I said yes and even told a few of my roommates how nice it was to finally be dating someone who was eager to go out and do things at random times for no reason at all. It was a fairly short hike, maybe an hour total, but about 20 minutes into the hike he said, “So have I ever told you about my last girlfriend?”
He began to tell the story of their off and on relationship and how throughout their relationship she had also grown close to his family, which is why she went to Las Vegas with him, by the way. While on the trip the two managed to rekindle their relationship so things probably weren’t going to work out for him and I.
Well of course things weren’t going to work out, but what I couldn’t understand was why he was telling me atop a mountain. Why not over a drink? Why not on a short walk around the block? Instead, he decided to tell me on a hike where I had no choice but to talk to him for the next 40 minutes about his decision to get back together with his ex-girlfriend.
The urge to jump on his shoulders and take him down right there on the trail was pretty strong, but I refrained because I didn’t want to walk all the way home.
Related posts:
{ 4 comments… read them below or add one }
Well, on the bright side, at least he didnt’ take you out to the middle of nowhere to bump you off. Very considerate.
SA
Super nice guy.
That’s so sad.
He’s not so bad. At least he told me instead of just blowing me off.