Chapter 3: Two Boys Meet

Emylia now has three guys of interest: one is the logical choice, one is forcing her to make him the choice, and the other is her hearts choice in dead silence.

After a week or two of . . . relations . . . I asked David to come see what I do for fun. He knew what I did, but seeing it is a completely different story. He accepted my asking, but he warned me a head of time that he was a terrible dancer. I only asked him to come, because now that he’s admitted that he likes me enough to see where this is going, I want to see if he can really handle me. I know I can get . . . crazy I think is the word? I go off into my own world when I’m dancing. We’ll see if he can handle that. If not, there’s no way I can date him. Just have what’s left of the fun between us and leave it with that semester of school.

But of course that was the logical thinking, what my hormones were saying was “he’s the one”, “he’s perfect”, and “date him”. Hormones tend to stomp on logic fast. I noticed this when I started writing a fantasy story about him. I knew I didn’t really like him, but I couldn’t help it. He was, logically, a good choice with a career job already in play, but no other qualities that I liked about him.

At the Sundance, he didn’t dance much. In fact, when he met Jonathan, he kind of turned off a bit. Almost like something he saw made me less appealing to him. I couldn’t tell what. All I know is when Jonathan and I were dancing, and I asked for his hat, he got really depressed.

After that night he seemed to shy away from me as a girlfriend. We went on one date and even that went south fast. Soon I started to realize he was just leading me on, because, to him, I’m not selfish with . . . relations. I, soon, ended everything . . . until a form of birth control made me a whole week late, then I had no choice, but to keep a friendship going after that . . . at least until the semester ends and I can get rid of him for good . . . but now I’m stuck in this awkward friends-with-benefits-I’m-his-secret phase. There’s really no way out now. Once you have a scare, you’re stuck with them until you can never see them again, because all I’d be thinking about around him is “I could’ve had his baby”. I still do, but at least he doesn’t ignore me.

But now I have a guy at work interested in me. His name is Zach, and he reminds me of a cute creeper (he’s really cute, but something out him really creeps you out, like something about him just isn’t right). I really didn’t want to pursue him at all, but one night, I was emotionally wrecked by the day and he asked me for a ride him . . . I gave in and he tried as hard as he could to “have relations” but he couldn’t “get hard” at all. At this point I knew pursuing him would be a huge mistake . . . but now I’m in it . . . all because I was weak one day . . .

Why is my life becoming such a mess so fast? Why am I caught between two guys who are no good for me? This is crap!