I am about to shock everyone and write about a boy only spoken of once on JenAndMen. If you’re wondering why I haven’t written about him in the last 8 months, the answer is simple: I was so in love with this boy that I physically could not bring myself to withstand that kind of pain.
But now I’m over the mind-fucking bastard. So, yay, blog posts galore!
If you go back in time 20 guys, you will find yourself face-to-blog with who I’ll call Cal the Cop. And, no, I don’t ever call him Cal. That would just be weird.
Cal the Cop was everything I could have asked for. Gorgeous, tall, heavenly hair, good job, beautiful apartment, sexy car (Camaro).
I knew I liked him when, after our first date (which lasted 3.5 hours in a diner), I saw his car and said, “So, you probably think you’re cool because you drive a Camaro.”
He looked at me, grinning, and said, “No. I KNOW I’m cool because I drive a Camaro.”
I swear to God I would have let him drive me to Vegas right there and then to get married.
As per usual, our fling lasted about 3 weeks. He lost interest and I lost my mind. I never knew what I said or did to drive him away, and I threw myself into another relationship with a guy I didn’t even like (Bill who insulted my hair) just to try and get over him. But I couldn’t. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get this guy — or his hair — out of my head.
And then I recently found out what happened. Stay tuned because this is totally Cal the Cop week…
Have you ever gotten dumped without the girl/guy even technically dumping you? Were you racking your brain trying to figure out what you did wrong?