Grey is Back

I am still happily in my relationship with One Ball, plodding along, not having much to complain about… for once; but then something happened. I got a text message from someone, I hadn’t expected to hear from. Friends, Grey is back.

My Mr. Grey – the one who couldn’t answer a straight question with a simple answer. I think I’m going to have to introduce you to him properly soon. You know, since he keeps popping up at the absolute worst possible time. It’s like a ritual now; I get into a new relationship, then he pops up to fuck everything up… including my heart.

“You never said that you were in a relationship now,” the text said. “I miss hearing from you.”

Fuck.

I tried not to feel bad, but I did. He tugged on my heartstrings in all the ways he always did. I tried to brush it off at first. OB and I weren’t that serious. It was still pretty new. Blah blah blah. I don’t really know why I told him those lies. Me and OB are serious now. We’ve said “I love you” to each other. That’s no few-month-fling, is it?

When that didn’t work, I tried the “I honestly thought I’d said something about him before” approach, which also didn’t work. I felt terrible even doing it. I should’ve just told him the truth… but I didn’t know that I had to?!

“I knew this was too good to be true,” he then said. “I really wish you’d spoken to me about this.”

You what, mate?

I bared my soul to that man. (Grey, not OB.) I told him how I felt, that I wanted a relationship with him, the lot. I was as honest as I could be about my feelings for him, and I asked him to be just as honest right back. Was he? No. He skirted around the subject, seemingly led me on for months (years, actually,) and repeatedly fucked up relationships. He has a built-in radar for my happiness.

Oh, she’s found someone new, has she? Gotta fuck that up.

“What do you want from me?” I asked, sighing, one of those super loud, super dramatic sighs that you usually only see in movies.

“Remember that wedding?” he replied. “I had a whole romantic thing planned… but then you said, you couldn’t come.”

YOU WHAT, MATE?

How on earth was I meant to decipher “Fancy being my plus-one to a wedding?” as a “whole romantic thing?”

Now that I’ve typed the question out, it seems obvious. Of course his invite was romantic. Why would someone unromantically invite someone to a wedding? Is it really possible that I’ve MISSED the romance? The romance that I’ve been searching for, for my entire life? DID I MISS IT?

“You’re the one,” Grey then said. “I want you. I’ve always wanted you. I’m going to fight for you, and wait for however long it takes for you. I haven’t slept with anyone since we were last together, and I’m not looking for anyone else. I want you. All of it. The full shebang. Marriage and kids, the lot.”

“I told you how I felt, and you should’ve said this, then,” I replied. “And I couldn’t get time off work for the wedding.”

“I booked a nice hotel,” he told me. “Got a new suit. Champagne and roses for the bed. I wanted it to be lovely and romantic, but you didn’t come.”

Things got a little heated after that, I won’t lie… and mostly from my side. How was I meant to know that? How was I supposed to guess that this time would be different from all the other times he’s picked me up, wearing a nice dress, and we went somewhere together, cosplaying as a couple, before fucking into the early hours of the morning? That’s what we ALWAYS did. We met up, dressed nice for each other, then fucked for however many hours he was down ‘my way.’

Was I meant to guess? Was I supposed to take his former question avoidance as a sign that I should wait? I’m not fucking psychic. I don’t have a crystal ball or crystal tits. I can’t predict the future.

I’m annoyed. How dare he? How dare Grey pop up now that I’m with One Ball, telling me all the things, he should’ve told me back in SEPTEMBER, almost FOUR MONTHS ago?! What does he expect me to do? Dump my actual boyfriend – one that’s made it crystal clear how he feels about me? (After a few roadblocks, admittedly, but still.)

Do I keep going with the guy I’ve been dating for six months, or pick the one that didn’t tell me he wanted me, six months ago?

Listen, even I’m not stupid enough to pick Grey now.

Am I?

The next post in the dating timeline is this one: The Riding Crop. (It’s a spicy one!)

If you’d like to skip the sex, you can go straight to this blog post instead: The Proposed Threesome. (Not as spicy as it sounds!)