I have only officially dated two women - although there have been a slew of girls-that-almost-were. EJ and I lasted nine months; the other woman was the one I’ll call F and we lasted just over two years.
I met F at a Christian young peoples’ conference. It was Easter 2006, and on a whim I decided to attend the annual conference hosted by the group I used to attend on Campus. My little brother at the time was fairly well known in those circles, so hanging out with him got me some attention. That was where I saw her. And when their bus needed re-fuelling on the way back, my big fat more-than-I-could-use pay check from XOM came in handy.
She and I talked on and off for a full year - bonding, or so I thought. I made the trip to her University to see her in December of 2006 and we got on famously. I asked her out a month later - and she took her sweet time ( a full month I believe) to get back to me with a resounding NO.
I never pressed her, I let the matter die, moped around for a few months and got my life together. In between, I flirted briefly with the idea of asking ‘Sua out but baulked at the complications involved. But then out of the blue, one year later in May of 2008, she called me up, asking if I was still interested.
I made the mistake of agreeing to give it one more shot and spent 2008 and 2009 in the most draining relationship I have ever had. There were financial complications that eventually dragged my parents into helping out. In September of 2008, I left to begin my Newcastle odyssey, in November of 2009 things got to a head and we ended it.
A few weeks ago, she finally graduated from Med School, word around town is she’s dating again. Mother is miffed that we didn’t work out. It sucks that this news filters in in the midst of my pining for the one after her. Sigh.