Have you ever stopped enjoying yourself for a moment and realized shit, I’m dating three people at once? There I was, just a regular girl in university, living in residence, spending nights abusing alcohol and OSAP, and waking up in the bed of my boyfriend... make that boyfriend’s. At what point did I get myself into this mess, I can’t remember. How do I even begin to narrow it down and choose? There’s boy A, a year younger, so much fun, and innocent (for the most part). He makes me feel young and silly and there’s never a moment we aren’t laughing when we’re together. Not to mention he’s total eye candy. Then there’s Mr. I, the sexy 4th year football star, doubling me in weight, size and power. So hard to resist, and definitely the one I love to party with most. There’s no doubt he wouldn’t throw me over his shoulder and carry me home from a keg party. Last but not least is T. An image of absolute perfection on the outside, but so fragile on the inside, all I want to do is love him and fix him. All I crave is to be the one that completes him. How the hell did I get myself into this mess? And how the hell am I expected to choose?
It had been raining for what seemed like forever. Everything and everyone was damp and grey. Being forced to stay indoors by the down poor outdoors I decided it was time to really think about my options. Laughter and comfort? Incredible sex? Or the possibility of true love? I needed advice. I needed help from my friends. I rushed up and down the stairs at my residence seeking advice from any and every girl I could call a friend. What’s the right choice? While discussing my growing anxiety with the (floor) 4West girls, I got insight from a quiet eavesdropper in the common room. “You know you need to make a decision, so go see each of them today. You’ll know who “he” is once you see him. You’ll just know.” For some crazy reason, I decided to take her advice.
I walked to A’s room on the 2nd floor, since he lived in Res. with me. I found him studying for an accounting midterm, books splayed everywhere, and Jack Johnson playing quietly in the background. “Hey you,” he said. “Anything good going on out there? What are you up to?”
“Nah nothing too exciting, everyone is pretty much doing the same thing as you and I.” I replied.
“Well good, then I don’t feel bad that I’m all locked up in my room studying and avoiding the outside world. Still pouring out?”
“Ya, it’s nasty out. Wanna take a break and watch a movie or something?” I asked, hoping he would jump at the suggestion and make my ultimate decision easier.
“Nah, I should probably get this done while there’s nothing better to do.” I got the hint that I was obviously not a welcome interruption. He had work to do, and cuddling for him wasn’t a top priority. Oh well, onto Mr. I. Since he lived in off-campus housing, I decided to give a quick call instead of just popping over. He was home, and watching the game (whatever game that was) with all his roommates. Since I didn’t get a clear invite to hangout , just a “I’ll call you in a bit...” I decided my popping over wouldn’t be welcome. So my final option was to call T, who lived across town in a 1-bedroom apartment. I thought long and hard about this one, as there was a torrential downpour outside and he was a 25 minute bus ride/walk away. I called and was secretly happy when the three rings resulted in an answering machine notifying me he wasn’t in. Pissed that my plan had resulted in nothing and I was no closer to making a choice, I decided to go out for a cigarette to kill 5 minutes.
It wasn’t until I was outside hovering under the 2-ft ledge that hung over the edge of the building, trying to light my cigarette in the rain that I saw someone watching me out of the corner of my eye. I looked up and saw the most beautiful, completely soaked but sexy man I have ever seen in my life. T was watching me struggling with my lighter and smiling. He walked over to me and asked if I needed a hand, but by that point I didn’t care about the cigarette. “What are you doing out here? You’re fucking soaked! Are you insane?” Why the hell was he standing in the rain outside my residence? He grabbed my face in his hands, looked into my eyes and said, “There’s is no where I would rather be on this shitty day than standing in the rain with you.” Then he kissed me, and I knew. We stood there for what seemed like an eternity, making out against the side of the building, completely drenched and looking insane. But that was the moment I knew. I chose him, I chose the possibility of true love, and I know it was the right choice.
But then I woke up...
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