Lee* was my first, slightly unconventional, relationship. Like many of my future relationships, Lee and I met online. Unlike many of my future relationships, though, we never met in person. Our 'relationship,' if you could even call it that, went on for a month(ish) and consisted purely of phone calls, to the tune of £500 extra charges on my phone bill, and texts. When, inevitably, I got bored and called things off, Lee took it rather badly and proceeded to harass me with abusive and threatening messages. When I blocked his number, he recruited his friends to act on his behalf and I was soon receiving the same type of messages from strangers.
My second, also slightly unconventional, relationship was with AJ*, a friend of Lee's. We met when I rang Lee, to discuss his behavior, and AJ answered. After a friendly chat with AJ all phone calls from my ex and his cronies ceased and AJ and I grew closer, with increasingly frequent phone calls and texts. Both of us were keen to meet but distance was a problem; he lived miles away in Dover! Somehow, though, I was able to convince my mum to take me there on a mini-break and she found us a lovely cottage, not far from my boyfriend's house, and even agreed that AJ could stay on the empty, lower bunk in my room!
That weekend was awesome; AJ took me on a tour of his home-town and introduced me to his family and friends. But one thing bothered me; over the course of the whole weekend, AJ made no move to kiss me and, having never been kissed before, I made no move either. And so I returned home without the first kiss I'd been hoping for!
Being away from him was torture and it felt like years, but was only weeks, before AJ came to stay with me in my home. As it turned out, though, that weekend was to spell the end of our short-lived relationship as the boyfriend I'd adored showed his true colors...
Firstly, I learnt just how high-maintenance AJ was. He spent at least an hour in the bath. Then another half-hour, minimum, styling his hair. He used half a can of hair-spray in one sitting. And he had to do this at least once a day!
Secondly, I learnt that my beloved boyfriend was a dreadful flirt when he asked for my best friend's phone number right in front of me! When she refused, kudos to her by the way, he scribbled his number down and handed it to her with a wink. I was disgusted but willing to brush both these things off.
The death-knell was my first kiss. Yes, I finally got that first kiss I was so desperate for and it was bittersweet. Knowing nothing of kisses, I thought it was brilliant, fantastic, amazing. I wanted to do it all the time. But after the first time, AJ kept putting me off and when I pestered him he announced that I was a terrible kisser and proceeded to list the ways in which I was!
I was devastated but also angry and when he returned to Dover I ended things. We were able to part ways amicably, thankfully, and I went on to find someone who would help me, not hinder me, with my kissing skills...
*names changed for privacy
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