So… Here’s the short version of the story. (There is SO much more to it) My ‘guy’ and I have known one another for about 13 years now. He had a girlfriend then, and had them throughout the times we knew each other. He was engaged twice, each time the girl leaving him, and meanly.
So… things between us eventually go from friends to flirty. Then more.
Then he got really sick. The medicines he had to take had an emotional side effect. For 6 months I was the only person he spoke to other than his parents. Plus he was so hurt by how these other women did things to him in the past.
Um, did I mention I had a crush on him forever? Heh.
Anyhow, so we kinda… Moved past friends. And I knew he wasn’t ready for a girlfriend. He was recovering medically and emotionally. This was four years ago.
He won’t go out with other girls. We talk every night. We do something every week. But he won’t say I’m his girlfriend. Every time we talk about it, he is just so amazed at how time has passed so quickly, and how he’s just not ready. So I don’t ask anymore. It’s too good how things are to risk ruining things.
Physically, things were great, though no sex. I don’t think he wants to; not yet. He’d be my first. I think that’s a lot of pressure. Though we’ve kinda waned on that… Though I think that’s how it goes with how long it’s been! Hehe. Plus with my medical stuff, I kinda changed, too. I’ll have to get that back on track.
He’s been with me through my ongoing illness, now, and this year… For the FIRST time ever, he bought me a Valentines gift, and took me out.
I’d love to move things along. Any wiley womanly ways to do so? And I’m kinda sad… He’s going to buy a house, and I’d love to be in it.