Oh boy, do y’all have some catching up to do! I just love being anonymous; I can go on about my love life and vent while entertaining the CNU community. I usually have no worries about being embarrassed. Granted, a couple close friends know I write this article, but I do not think I have to stress about them. I must admit though, we are about to get rather specific. In previous articles I have been able to dance around certain topics to maintain my anonymity, but there is only one way to write this one. Here is an update on the boy drama and lord help me if he ever comes across this column.
A couple of articles ago, I talked about a boy that my friend wanted to set me up with. To catch up, you can read that article here. That was last semester, but it seems like yesterday. The love interest slowly deteriorated, but with that came a growing friendship. Don’t get me wrong, we are still one awkward pair, but at least we can hang out with a group of friends together and not feel overwhelmed. This brings me to his new nickname: Jax—because I’m into “Sons of Anarchy” right now and feeling a little edgy! Anyways, why are we talking about him again? Well, there have been some developments lately.
In recent weeks, I found myself needing a date. Date for what you ask? Now that would be giving too much away. I decided to ask Jax to go out on a group date with me because all of our other friends were going. Fast forward to the night of said event. Everyone got together a bit early for some recreational activities and I’ll be honest, I was distracted by everyone else and wandered around to socialize. Jax did the same and when it was time to go, we drunkenly hobbled to the event. While doing so, I had a horrible idea—you know those ones you get when you’ve been drinking? Well, my bright self decided that at the very least I was going to make out with this boy tonight. That’s right. Drunken me likes Jax apparently.
As you may recall, he is on the more reserved side and I am a train wreck anyway. Once we got back to the ‘safe house’ we sat and chatted with friends. I didn’t realize I had done so until later, but I rested my arm on his leg during the talk session. All of a sudden, Jax gets up, makes a lame excuse and leaves. No goodbye or “I’ll be back later” to speak of. Everyone left in the group looked dumbfounded. Surprisingly, drunken me was able to keep myself composed and carry on with the rest of the night. Later I would find out that the reason for leaving was legitimate, although not totally excusable. For future reference boys: don’t leave a date behind with friends, no matter how awkward it might be. Believe me, I’ve been on some awkward and uncomfortable group dates, but I always stuck it out. The next morning I got a text to apologize, not for leaving, but for not hanging out with me most of the night. Boys. I thanked him for being a great date anyways, even though I was a little disappointed. Now I bet you are thinking this is where the story ends, right? Not a chance!
I can’t give details without it being super obvious, but a week after that night, Jax happened to find out something about me. Remember that last article—about WHY we were being set up in the first place? Yup, that’s right, Jax now knows I am a virgin too now. Just when you thought things couldn’t get more interesting! Jax is still as unreadable as before and no one can seem to feel him out. I haven’t had a talk with him since he found out, but I’m sure we will see each other sometime this week. It will be interesting to see if this changes anything in our relationship.
What I do know is… sober me has accepted a new challenge. I am going to make Jax open up to me. No, I don’t have to make out with him, but I’m taking it as my personal goal, before I graduate, to break open his shell. Maybe I’m just curious, or maybe I need some entertainment, but I need to figure this guy out. Operation Jax is underway this week and I’ll keep you all filled in as to how it goes.
Yours truly,
The Virgin Next Door