Sure, we’ve all seen the movie — but I actually did lose a guy in 10 days (more or less). I was newly single, and as much as I hate to say it, I’d had feelings for this guy since before I was out of my relationship. When I told him I was single, we hooked up and I automatically assumed we’d be together forever. Obviously, I was wrong. Within two weeks, I had completely sabotaged it. Here’s what I did to lose the guy:
- I got clingy. I wanted to do everything he did. If he mentioned he was going to some bar on Thursday, you’d better bet that I was there, dressed to the nines and ready to see him.
- I assumed he wanted to be official with me. When I finally ended it with my ex, I automatically assumed this guy would step right in to be my Prince Charming. He was a senior in college and wanted nothing to do with commitment, which I obviously wasn’t OK with and just couldn’t understand.
- I drunk dialed him… several times. Even though this happened a few times, I remember one night in particular when I was out with my girlfriends and came back home pretty smashed. I went to my room and started calling… and calling… and calling. The next morning, I woke up with the phone against my ear on the pillow and a log of 33 calls to him within a half hour.
- I became desperate for attention. I would spend so much time on my appearance, thinking about what he would think was sexy. I wore my hair in a bun for two weeks straight because he mentioned ONCE that he thought buns were sexy.
- I bitched him out. Whenever I didn’t get my way, I screamed and yelled. He didn’t want to sleep over? I threw a total fit, which led to him leaving and avoiding me the next day.
- I told people we were together. I’m a psycho — or at least I was. I told so many people that we were together (because in my head, we were). Nothing was worse than him calling me a “crazy person” after I told him I thought we were together.
- I cried. A lot. In front of him, by myself, with my friends… IÂ was constantly sad and weepy over this non-existent relationship that wasn’t going my way.
- I thought way too much about the future. My mind started wandering to life post-college and how much easier and more amazing things would be for us after graduation. We could look at places together and go skiing in the winter or maybe get a DOG?!
- I was too available. Whether it was him dictating what party or bar he wanted me to go to, or if he wanted to sleep over, I dropped everything to be with him. He would say jump, and I would ask how high. It was pathetic.
- I didn’t enjoy being single. Like previously mentioned, I had JUST gotten out of a six year relationship, and here I was jumping into something else. I didn’t enjoy my independence or my freedom. It was almost like I didn’t know how to be alone and because of that, I pushed a guy away. But looking back, I think good riddance. He was kind of a jerk, but post-breakup love is blind, am I right?
