So last night went exactly as I was predicting. The Scientist was cordial and said hi and even gave me an awkward hug to greet me. But he didn’t really talk to me nor did he even look my way. He hates me. And I did that. 😔😔 So now I must live with the consequences. He was on his phone all the time and uninterested. I don’t know if that’s how he is in group settings or if he just didn’t wanna be around me. And then he left after the escape room (in which we died 🤣🤣). He was going to meet another friend. Prolly the person he was texting all night. I for real scared him off white boys and also “proved him right” about all of us.
And just as expected, I’m heartbroken all over again. I will survive, but it’s gonna hurt for a while after reopening the wound.
So I’m finally conquering my feels and getting around to writing my first afterTHOT post. As I mentioned previously, these will be smaller posts about my experiences within the dating realm.
The first THOT Ima talk about is myself. Early in mine and The Scientist’s “relationship,” I spent a glorious night at his place and the next day I actually got ready for work at his apartment. So I jumped in the shower and he gave me a toothbrush. A toothbrush, ya’ll! That I left at his place! This meant he wanted me to come back more often, right?! So I’m totally not ashamed to wear the same pair of underwear two days in a row, but he was like, no borrow mine. I’ll admit that weirded me out a bit, but it also kinda turned me on! How could I resist borrowing a clean pair of undies from the cutest boy ever! Well, in the midst of packing up my stuff and getting ready, I forgot my blue jockstrap (one of my fave pairs of undies) on his living room floor where I’d tossed them the night before in a throe of passion.
Later that day The Scientist’s Judies (as he refers to his friends like an old queen) came over and were chatting on his couch when he noticed my jockstrap on his shag rug. He quickly hid it under the couch with a sweep of his foot. And he almost got away with it too until one of his friends decided to lounge on the floor and happened to peak under the couch and recognize a pair of underwear that was not his style! Of course they gave him a hard time for letting a trollop he barely knew walk out in his underwear. But that’s the life of someone Independent Single and Free!
So the first time The Scientist and I went out together in public was almost a week after meeting. He charmingly asked me to take him for drinks via text while I was at my Associate Board Gala which was a ticketed event. Ironically, though, we did have a free after party up the street for which I had several drink vouchers. So I convinced him to get dressed, hop in a Lyft, and come downtown to meet me. This is a lot for him since he’s a homebody (at least in the winter which is normal in the Windy City). But it just so happened to be a beautiful spring day in November in Chicago! He met some of the people on my Associate Board, all of whom are more of acquaintances rather than friends. And the couple we ended up hanging with for the majority of the night were new to the board, so I didn’t yet know them at all. So we still never met each other’s friends. In fact, I did do a little bit of some online stalking and creeped his Facebook page. We had one mutual friend–also an acquaintance for both of us. So really no chance of our paths crossing if we decided to never see each other again.
In the Lyft ride home, after several drinks, we made out a little and this is where I confessed for the first time that my “horrible roommate situation” was really me living with The Ex, which he had pretty much deducted on his own. This, I think, was the first time I stayed the night at his place. Thankfully he lived a few blocks away from my apartment, so I could easily get up and get ready for work the next morning. Eventually he gave me a toothbrush to keep at his place since I was staying the night so frequently. That kind of freaked me out because to me that meant we could’ve been becoming serious–and I wasn’t ready for that!
As time passed, I couldn’t get him off my mind, though. While visiting friends in NYC for Thanksgiving, one of them noticed that my “face would just light up” every time my secret lover would text me. I of course tried to deny it, and then gave into peer pressure to show them a picture of the new lovah. I didn’t want to show them a picture because that would make it too real. Or it could jinx us! But they were right. I couldn’t wait to get my daily texts from The Scientist. I couldn’t wait to see him. I tried to not be too clingy and ask myself over, but I would get so excited every time he would invite me!
You’ll have to come back next week to learn more about our nights together.