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Love Stinks. Sometimes we get dumped.
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summertime math girl
by ex-waiter
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I met this girl when I was working at a fancy upscale restaurant. At the time, I had just recently dumped a girl I had dated for over a year--a sweet girl, very cool but not right for me--and I was in full-on single mode. The math girl came to work at my restaurant (well, she actually worked in the attached dessert and cigar bar). I didn't really talk to her at first, they always had a bunch of new people over there, but one night she came out drinking with us after work and I thought she was pretty cute.
The math girl was definitely not like most girls I would ever date. She was a sorority girl, to begin with--she didn't live in the sorority house anymore, but shared a big house with a bunch of her sisters, so it was close enough. Also, I quickly found out that she was significantly younger than me--she was 19 and I was about 26. That was weird. However, she had a particular un-selfconsciously direct way of interacting with people that I found sexy. She was cute and very nicely built, but not overly giggly and flirty--she didn't flaunt her looks the way many girls do. She's called math girl here because she was an engineering student - not typical for a sorority girl at my school - and was capable of performing stunning (at least to me) calculations in her head with little effort. While she did exhibit some stereotypical airheadedness, she also clearly had great mental acuity for numbers.
Anyhoo, one day I had a party at my house and math girl came over with a bunch of the other staff. I had targeted her at that point, for whatever reason, and spent the evening putting the moves on her. She seemed receptive, though she was kind of hard to read due to her odd demeanor. She stayed after everyone else had left, but I was still a little unsure of what her motives were as she wasn't really flirtatious at all. Finally, I said 'to hell with it' and kissed her. She was quite receptive.
This night quickly evolved into a pattern of extremely frequent sexual encounters--she lived a few blocks away, so generally she would come over after work or I would go to her place. This lasted about 2 and a half or 3 months, I believe. We never really did anything except go out with the other employees from work or go home and get busy. I can only remember one time that we ever even went out to see a movie; it was weird because I felt like people were staring at me for being there with this young girl. I wondered what I was doing with this girl who was so much younger than me--I felt a little weird about the whole situation. We didn't really seem to have that much to talk about, but it was still pleasant as we were very compatible physically. Even so, I began to wonder whether I was wasting my time.
I never thought of our relationship as being anything too serious, I just assumed that once she started school again we would part amicably as she would be busy with school friends and activities (I had just graduated). I'm ashamed to admit that I was also feeling pressure from my friends, who ridiculed me constantly for dating a sorority girl. To make a long story shorter, I ended up moving across town and away from her house. She started back up at school, and we really didn't see each other for a while. Math girl had recently expressed displeasure with my marijuana smoking. I fell madly in love with another girl, who was a new employee at our work, and didn't bother to inform math girl that I was going to date someone else. I justified it to myself at the time, thinking that we both had known our summer fling was just that and that it was over.
A few weeks later, I heard from a friend that math girl was asking her co-workers for advice because I had stopped calling her. I believe the question was "why won't my boyfriend talk to me anymore?" I felt like a total jerk. I realized that I had subconsciously taken the easy way out to avoid confrontation, but I also realized that we had been viewing the relationship in different terms from the very beginning. Shortly thereafter, we began to interact again as friends. Math girl acted almost as if nothing strange had ever happened. We never really talked about our relationship and what had become of it.
I regret not having that conversation now. I got the feeling later that this had happened before to math girl, perhaps several times. I also realized that, whatever her faults, she had been really cool to me--she let me stay at her place between apartments, got me a job teaching test prep classes in addition to my restaurant job, etc. She deserved a real breakup, not a petered-out half-assed summer fling.
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