How To Date A Guy Who's Not Single

How To Date A Guy Who's Not Single

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This rule book will help you avoid the situation of falling in love with a taken man. Told through a story of experience, How To Date A Guy Who's Not Single will show you how to handle those uncomfortable situations and how to avoid getting into them. A touch of romance with some strict rules.
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This rule book will help you avoid the situation of falling in love with a taken man. Told through a story of experience, How To Date A Guy Who's Not Single will show you how to handle those uncomfortable situations and how to avoid getting into them. A touch of romance with some strict rules.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Rule 1

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Submitted: May 08, 2017

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Rule 1: Don’t Convince Yourself He’s Too Loyal To Start Liking You

Everyone says your twenties are a growing process where you find yourself and learn from your mistakes. I was young and dumb. I always believed if things were meant to be, they would be. But what is it about us believing such bullshit? How can things be meant to be when some people are willing to give it away just like that? Can we really focus on one person for the rest of our lives?

The first time I proved myself wrong was with Dan. Dan was a hot jock I had met in my methods math class. Smart, good looking, did I mention hot? I was hoping to find a hot single guy at my new college I had transferred to, but with me that never seems to be the case. We had just finished attending an extra credit dinner for our class when he asked me a seven-word question that I didn’t know how to answer: Do you want to see my mustang? I knew Dan had a girlfriend but I was still waiting for him to tell me. The best part about Dan was how stupid he thought I was. Here he stood thinking that I didn’t know the games he was trying to play. Yet I still took the bait and enthusiastically said, yes.

Driving my dream car came with a price. But I had thought to myself that there was no way he would ruin his relationship just to be with me. I believe his exact words were, “I gave you something, what are you going to give me?”

I was young, naïve, and vulnerable after my horrendous experience at my last school. Before I was able to answer, he finally spilled he had a girlfriend, but he had wanted me since the day he met me. There it was. Something a woman always wants to hear from a man: his desire for her. I figured, hey why not, it’s not like she would ever find out and it was probably a one time thing. At the time, I was still a virgin and Dan was adamant on keeping it that way. At least in some ways he was still the good guy I thought he was; he always made me feel good about myself. After that hook up, I never thought I would speak to Dan again. And I didn’t, until that late summer in July. Still with his girlfriend, and the day before his one-year anniversary with her, I was successfully able to vow that from then on, I would never be with a guy who had a girlfriend. I never saw Dan again. I see on Facebook that he's still with his girlfriend. They’re going on almost three years.

After Dan, I was convinced my next relationship was karma for what I had done. I dated a guy named Parker who was anything but a decent person. Granted, I had gone from someone who was my age to an eighteen year old, so I should have known what I was getting into. But he was the first person who had liked me in a while and I must admit I was smitten over him. He was so handsome, so foreign (his mom from Ukraine), but a complete douchebag. The first half of our year long relationship was perfect and passionate. But once he left for an out of state school, it got a bit rocky. It took a customer at the liquor store I worked at to find out he had been cheating on me and the relationship was going nowhere. He had managed to take my virginity, my confidence, my heart, but worst of all, my dignity.

What’s the lesson here? Things aren’t meant to be? Please, it was one stupid young boy who had broken my heart and from the start, I knew wouldn’t be the one. If there even is such thing as “the one.” The lesson here is to remember your limits before you go out and do stupid shit to get over your ex. Which is exactly what I didn’t do. Why is it that people feel the need to drink, bang, and cry after a breakup? Why can’t we just move on?

Once I turned twenty-one, I spent most of my time at the liquor store where I worked. Even when I wasn’t working, I was there with my favorite people, drinking away my sorrows from Parker. I was unfortunately one of those people who thought drinking my problems away would help me feel better. Instead, I was just a miserable drunk who had to constantly plan how to sneak around my parents without them smelling my breath. And yes, they could always smell it; living with my parents did not mesh well with my “post breakup” plan. And neither did Justin.

Justin was a frequent customer at the liquor store and the best friend of my coworker, Kellan. We were introduced when I was nineteen, but the now thirty-one year old never treated me as anything but a teenager. The age difference was ten years and although it didn’t bother me, it was still so wrong. He found me attractive but nothing outside a little snide comment here and there was inappropriate, at least I thought. I enjoyed his dirty humor and was used to hanging around people his age; I was the youngest amongst mostly thirty and forty year olds at work. He found me to be most useful as his fireball slave. I was expected to always come in the back room when he had arrived and carry at least three or four fireballs in my pocket; this was his favorite thing to drink. I enjoyed having a different kind of relationship with him and I thought very highly of him. When I saw him walk through the door, I knew I would be entertained for at least an hour with all of the crazy shit that he said.

It wasn’t until I was twenty-one that he started to change our relationship. Now that I could actually drink with him, I wasn’t a little kid anymore. In other words, now he could talk to me anyway he wanted. He had never censored himself around me but his sexual comments were now frequently directed towards me. My boobs became his new favorite thing and he was beginning to increase his flirtations. I was legal to drink, blonde, green-blue eyed, and the perfect height and size for his liking. I began finding myself flirting back with him and increasing my attraction to him. He wasn’t stop and stare good looking, but once you got to know him, you'd find yourself hooked; at least I did. His eyes were a transparent blue and probably the most beautiful, mind-blowing things I had ever seen in my life. His age was definitely defined by his somewhat balding head hidden beneath an obnoxious scally cap and some shaved dark hair. He was a beautiful six foot two with a satisfyingly thick body structure.

It was official; I was obsessed with him. But there was one thing wrong with him, well actually multiple things were wrong with him, but this one was huge. He had a girlfriend. And he didn’t have a casual, “let’s see if it works” girlfriend, he had a real one. They were on their third year of dating and thankfully, I hadn’t had a run in with her yet. I searched for her on Facebook, dying to find out what this girl looked like. I just had to know if she was pretty or skinny, fat or tall. Did she dress like me? Did she look like the complete opposite of me? I found her page, but couldn’t look at anything on it. I guess being a teacher; you have to hide your Facebook profile pretty well. Her name was Laura, and even though I had never met her, I couldn’t fucking stand her.

She shouldn’t bother me. I don’t have any right to think that she is a threat to my relationship with Justin when it was in fact me who would cause any issue. Not to mention, she was age appropriate and had her life together, quite successfully. I hadn’t even graduated college yet and was born in a completely different generation than him. He would be out of his mind if he even thought about leaving her for me. But why couldn’t I stop hoping they would break up? Why was I so obsessed with hearing about their fights and arguments? I needed to remind myself to come back to reality. He had a great girlfriend, from what I had heard from outsiders, and a nice apartment. I was beginning to think about everything I imagined with Dan. There was no way Justin would leave his girlfriend or be stupid enough to cheat on her with me. Justin was dumb, but he wasn’t that dumb.

I thought about this regularly at work and found myself dressing in my best and lowest shirts in case he came in to visit. And like clockwork, there he was at noon. He slammed his fireballs on the counter and smiled at me. “Oh hi.”

“Oh hey,” I responded. I scanned his fireballs and his eyes scanned me.

He pointed one of his fingers at my chest and said, “Tits.”

“Oh my God! Good job, Justin. And these are called fingers,” I mocked.

He smirked, “No shit. Want me to show you how I can use them?” I took a breath and stared at him while smiling. He smiled wider and gave me a sensual expression on his eyes. “You look hot. Come on, let’s do a shot.”

I followed him to the office and waited for my coworkers to join. He handed out a fireball to each of us. “Thanks man,” my boss said.

We said cheers and I looked over at Justin sitting in the big chair, feet up on the desk. His eyes met mine and he winked before chugging the nip bottle. Ugh, those eyes burned my heart and made me crave him even more. And then back to reality, “Boogey!” Kellan shouted.

“Make sure you don’t come back unless you bring fireball. And they are cold, I don’t want any of that warm shit,” Justin smiled.

“Would you like anything else, Master?” I joked.

“Tits,” he looked at my chest.

“Ugh, Justin,” I said as he laughed.

He could tell I enjoyed every bit of our banter and he could also sense my desire for him. Although Justin and I had never spoken about our lust for one another, it was easily seen through our expressions and eyes. I’m also pretty sure everyone at work could feel our sexual tension radiating whenever we were in a room together. I could tell how much it angered Kellan. Every time we had some flirtatious interaction, he put a stop to it.

I walked back with fireball and Justin, being the cocky asshole that he is, reached his hand into my shirt. “Figured I’d check if there were fireballs.” He smirked. I blushed.

“So how’s Laura?” Kellan asked. Right on cue.

As Justin answered him, sarcastically, I began to wonder about his recent behavior. As our relationship progressed, so did his touching and flirtations. I was losing control over myself and so was he. I needed to convince myself that this was all a joke and all part of our relationship. I needed to remember, he wasn’t going to give up his girlfriend for me. The lesson here is that you can never assume he’s not going to flirt with you just because he has a girlfriend. I had assumed that with Justin; he wouldn’t hurt Laura.

Right?


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