More On Dalton

As I have stated before, most of the men in my life were reoccurring.  Dalton will make appearances throughout this explanation I am giving of my life events.  I hope you’re not sick of him yet.  He still has a role to play.

Okay, so where were we?  Oh, right.  So we had just had sex for the first time.  I had been responsible and gotten the morning after pill, and then pulled an immature, dick move and refused to return communication with him.

To this day, I’m not 100% sure why that is.  I wasn’t embarrassed.  Maybe I should have been.  I think it was mostly due to the fact that I was so sure that he had gotten what he wanted, and no longer needed me.  Maybe I should have realized after his hundredth text that he was STILL interested.  It’s funny the things we convince ourselves of when all of the facts are pointing in another direction.

So a month went by.  Close to it anyway…around 4 weeks.  I had not seen or talked with Dalton in any way.  It was a Friday night and my roommates had taken off to join a party.  They had invited me, but I wasn’t feeling it.  There was an America’s Next Top Model marathon on TV.  I was looking forward to comfy clothes, yummy food and getting lost in an oblivion of back biting and bitchiness.

I had my phone next to me, and it kept chiming that I had a text.  Sometimes, I’m not so great at checking it.

When I finally got around to it, there were around twenty texts.  Some were from Dalton and some were from my roommate, Cassie. 

Dalton was still trying to get me to talk to him, his texts getting angrier as they progressed.  Cassie warned me that he was getting drunk and running his mouth. 

But the text that spurred me to action was this one from Cassie:

I think he’s headed your way…

A few text threads later, and I jumped up from my spot on the couch to prepare for his arrival.  I wasn’t sure if he really was going to show up for not, but I was not going to be unprepared.  I’m glad I prepped, because a few minutes later, he was banging on my door, yelling at me to let him in.

I don’t remember exact details of our conversation, but we did end up resolving some things.  A quick rundown if my memory serves included the following:

-He should not expect to get me into bed every time we hang out.  Just because I slept with him once, did not mean he was entitled to it.

-In future, he was to wear condoms until I was able to acquire alternate contraceptive methods.

-No, I was not pregnant, but unless he wanted to be a dad soon, no protection was NOT an option.

-I was no longer allowed to leave immediately after sex. 

-We were to communicate post-coitus.  Good or bad, we needed to stay talking.

-I was sorry for avoiding and ignoring him.

-He was sorry for not using protection.

And so our relationship continued.  To say we were on and off all the time would be accurate, but not realistic.  Out of all of my relationships during this time, he was the most consistent.  We were not dating, or labeled, or exclusive.  Basically we filled the gaps between other relationships.  He was a great time filler, and place holder.  As far as I knew then, that’s what I was to him, too.

With every bedroom romp we had, it got a little better.  I think we finally got into a groove, or at least got comfortable with each other.  When I say better, I mean it felt a little better each time.  It wasn’t for a few months that I actually had an orgasm with him.  I continued to lie to him about that, though.  I don’t think he ever figured it out.

I guess you could say we had an understanding.  All we had to do was say we had someone else to hang with for a while, and there were no hard feelings.  It was kind of nice.  There was a kind of odd comfort in knowing that if things didn’t work out, there was always Dalton.

Our little ‘arrangement’ seemed to be working out well. That is…until Nate came along.  He was the catalyst for Dalton and I’s huge blow up.  But I have a few other guys to discuss before we get to Nate.  Those are coming soon!