This is gonna be a longer one, fuckers. But I gotta put it somewhere!
So, about a month ago the relationship with the girl I moved in with last August ended. She had been talking with someone else via text because we drifted apart over the past 5-ish months and I found out that she lied to me about it, confronted her, tried to fix things, but couldn't. We had been living together since like last February, but with her other roommates at the time and so eventually decided we wanted our own place. We got along well, but had no real sexual chemistry and that really bothered her. I didn't particularly mind because sex has never been too important to me (and I had fairly bad semi-forced sexual experiences with a past gf who was very much fucked-up, which, in turn, fucked me up somewhat), but it got to be such a big deal that we didn't ever really get intimate that we broke things off semi-mutually. Basically, she told me after I got home from work one day that she didn't feel the same about us as before, etc. and that she was going to be staying with a mutual female friend of ours for a week until all my stuff was gone and I had moved back with my parents. I didn't really feel too bad about it honestly; the worst part was that I had to lug all my shit back to my 'rents place which is no fun considering they've decided to charge me to live there now. Feh.
ANYWAY, fast forward to the night my ex was supposed to return to the apartment. Her friend she was staying with (a hot blonde with a rockin' body and great curves; important, just keep reading) wanted to hang out with me and another mutual friend and help me put my room back together, so I obliged and we hung out, then went down to Boston area for a few drinks... or so I thought. This girl and I started getting really close and touchy (which, looking back, was probably really obvious to our mutual buddy and probably made him a bit uncomfortable, but fuck it) throughout the night, and I wanted to keep it going, so we ended up bar-hopping Cambridge a little bit. Get back into Lowell and drop Chris, our friend, off at his apartment to return this other girl (Ashley) to her car, which was parked at my parents' house, and we start getting hot and heavy in my car. More than I've been with anyone in my life. Eventually, I said goodbye and we left it kinda hanging until the next day.
I texted her again following up and, through a long conversation, ended up deciding we should do a friends with benefits thing considering we're both single and very attracted to each other but have mutual friends who could get hurt by the situation if it came to light, and at the time, the attraction was purely sexual in nature. We end up having sex a day later at a pretty interesting location (her childhood home, which she got the keys to under the pretense of looking around for old stuff of hers, which is soon to be foreclosed upon), then I drive her home and drive myself home. I'm feeling satisfied, obviously, and pretty damn awesome at the time, but also a bit empty about how it ended. I felt like we had something more going, as we had a crush on each other apparently (as I learned from her perspective) when we were both in relationships most of 2013. She was dating one of my best friends who broke up with her and moved to California. Basically, lots of people's feelings were involved here, but we somehow hit it off on much more than a sexual level (she loves beer and metal, so... yeah) and started bangin' and hangin' out more.
Eventually, she told my ex (one of her best friends, keep in mind) that something was developing between she and I, and my ex was obviously mildly-perturbed by this development but agreed that it's for the best considering we would be "the perfect couple" and she wasn't really surprised we ended up hitting it off. We were then trying to figure out how to tell her ex, the dude who moved to Cali. She decided to kind of just tell him via text, but he had figured it out somehow (probably Facebook tag snooping etc), and he ended up flipping out and saying that 'Andy should've known I still felt something for you, and I can't believe you allowed this to happen, so now I'm cutting off communication with both of you, way to ruin me and Andy's friendship', which is actually a really shitty thing to say, considering if you move across the country and dump the girl, you don't own her and it's pretty selfish to be jealous of your "best friend" (we haven't talked at all about this... he didn't even consult me about it; in fact, he's the dude who was supposed to go to MDF with us but has since sold his ticket and isn't going due to this situation) getting together with her when you're not around anymore. So, basically, fuck him. I think I love this girl. She's amazing. I actually feel intimacy with her, we have a lot in common, we have fantastic sex, we love going on road trips and drinking good beer together, we can rock out to metal, folk music, etc. She's awesome. She is Christian and active in her church, but a liberal one and very intelligent (finishing up an accelerated masters in English at Boston University right now, natch!). I don't foresee it being a big problem with us, though it was initially a topic of discussion and probably will continue to be at some points. That's about the only thing we really differ on, which is a big change from my ex where we disagreed about a lot of major philosophical life points (except for religion/theistic stuff, ironically). Whatev.
So.... yeah. Life is good. And fucking weird. And complex. Thanks for listening, GMD. Questions welcome if there are any. I still love you guyz.