After Twelve

I would like to share a story with all of you ladies who feel toyed with, and lost on the breakable tight rope between love, and being the other woman.  To all of you ladies going after the woman who wants your man I say this.  I have been the other woman and I had no idea that he had a girlfriend because she did not live there and I had never met her, or heard of her name spoken by anyone, so I reallly had no idea.  We hung out during the day, watched movies, and had cool philosophical conversations.  I absolutely was crazy about him because he was the first guy that didn’t make me feel like I had to be hidden, and he did not act as if he was embarassed by me.  I am not exactly small, and I had a few obstacles come up, so I am  not the barbie doll type, and I did not hang out with all of the girls in high school, but he made me feel smart, and chose to point out that I had it going on all the way because I was intelligent and sweet.  He was and still is cute, and he came off as a sweet person, and a hard worker at that.  He was polite and funny and wonderful, and I felt pretty around him.  We worked together for a while, and I was afraid to talk to him because my confidence was worse than it ever was, but I was delighted that he was the first one to talk to me. 

It was the perfect senario right out of a Shallow Hal movie or something.  He saw what noone else wanted to see in me, and it was absolutely wonderful for a while, and then he only wanted to hang out at night after twelve to watch movies, and things beyond that nature but I agreed under the impression that he had three jobs and was always exhausted, so one night we were cuddling on his couch and I had to get up and grab tissues.  I wondered why on Earth a man would need to use Herbal Essence shower products, but I did not want to pry, so I let it go.  A few days later he came over and told me that he couldn’t see me anymore.  Curious as to what I had done wrong I asked what was going on, or what I had done.  I just assumed that I wasn’t exactly eye candy nor was I finished with college yet, so he was going to tell  me that we should better ourselves, get our own apartments and take it from there but then he sent me a text saying with a picture of his little baby girl.  She s the most precious thing ever but I would never put a picture of a baby on the internet without permission so just picture curly brown hair, huge brown eyes that smile at you, and rosy pink cheeks, and the rest of what she must be like just sort of comes to you.  Two weeks later the girlfriend started leaving me nasty messages!  Ladies and gentlemen, please believe me when I say that I already got the big picture and stopped seeing him.