The first guy who asked me out senior year I originally said no to. We knew each other about two years prior and had art class together. He wasn't attractive or anything but was a social butterfly. He was a little overweight, desperately needed a haircut, and had a long nose. We were friends, but I didn't want to be with him. Until about a month or so afterwards when I said yes to going out with him.
This is actually a very complex and long story that I'll do my best to sum up.
This guy really, I mean, REALLY loves me. He's obsessive and clingy. Honestly, I think it's unhealthy for him. But he's not a Christian. That was my biggest turn off. I wanted to date one guy who I'd hopefully be with for the rest of my life. And dating an agnostic hurt my family's feelings and I ended up compromising lots of things I believed in. He said since he's met me he's become a Christian, but neither of us really act like it.
I made it to a Christian college finally. Scared him to death. He had us secretly engaged before I left to keep me from falling for anyone else.
A month into college, he was so traumatized and crushed he broke up with me, threw my ring into a river, and deleted all the pictures of me. It hurt me so much, and I cried and cried. I called him back and begged him not to leave me. And after a couple hours, he came to his senses and broke down crying too.
He doesn't trust me at all. He's always wanting to know what I'm currently doing, who I'm with, any guys? Better be no guys. I'm an engineer, there's only three girls in my class, I can't help being around guys. Anyways-
The other guy.
First day on the job as a custodian. There was this ginger. It wasn't crush at first sight or anything like that. We were able to talk a lot while working, and he was very philosophical and deep, and I admired that. He told me about his hobby as a poet and about growing up in church. We bounced jokes off each other and goofed off a lot. He seemed nice.
One day, after work, we went to the football homecoming game. He offered me his jacket since I was freezing (even though I said no a dozen times, he insisted, and I caved). After the game, which we barely lost, we walked back. I thought he would go back to his dorm, but he followed me to mine. I showed him around the co-ed floor rather than going to my room. He got a kick out of that. Then he offered to show me this trail. We went on a walk and talked more.
At one point, a very deep subject came up about his life. It moved me to tell him my experience. It got very personal and he had his arm around me rubbing my shoulder and back comforting me. If I was single, this would have been the most wonderful and romantic thing in the world. But, I'm not. All I could think about was how my fiancé would kill me. And I was so sorry.
At the same time, this other guy was great. He made me think deeper about life, nature, God, encouraged my faith, I loved it. In fact, I became more diligent in reading the bible. We're even going to chapel now together.
But I can't... He's great. He's what I've always dreamed about in a good Christian guy. He loves Jesus and... Just that alone makes my heart melt! And my fiancé is just complacent... Sitting at home all day, no job, no plan, fixated on knowing what I'm doing. He's not mature. We weren't ready for a relationship. We were stupid, irrational teenagers.
I've been praying like crazy about this. Any thoughts? I refuse to cheat on anyone. That's out of the question. But... I can't break up with my fiancé. There's other things bothering me about that. He actually wants me to quit college and move in with his parents and him. Haha no. I love him, but... What if I made a mistake? What if I dated him for the wrong reasons and rushed before God's time?
Even if it's not this other guy, I suppose I should've waited. Any thoughts?
This is actually a very complex and long story that I'll do my best to sum up.
This guy really, I mean, REALLY loves me. He's obsessive and clingy. Honestly, I think it's unhealthy for him. But he's not a Christian. That was my biggest turn off. I wanted to date one guy who I'd hopefully be with for the rest of my life. And dating an agnostic hurt my family's feelings and I ended up compromising lots of things I believed in. He said since he's met me he's become a Christian, but neither of us really act like it.
I made it to a Christian college finally. Scared him to death. He had us secretly engaged before I left to keep me from falling for anyone else.
A month into college, he was so traumatized and crushed he broke up with me, threw my ring into a river, and deleted all the pictures of me. It hurt me so much, and I cried and cried. I called him back and begged him not to leave me. And after a couple hours, he came to his senses and broke down crying too.
He doesn't trust me at all. He's always wanting to know what I'm currently doing, who I'm with, any guys? Better be no guys. I'm an engineer, there's only three girls in my class, I can't help being around guys. Anyways-
The other guy.
First day on the job as a custodian. There was this ginger. It wasn't crush at first sight or anything like that. We were able to talk a lot while working, and he was very philosophical and deep, and I admired that. He told me about his hobby as a poet and about growing up in church. We bounced jokes off each other and goofed off a lot. He seemed nice.
One day, after work, we went to the football homecoming game. He offered me his jacket since I was freezing (even though I said no a dozen times, he insisted, and I caved). After the game, which we barely lost, we walked back. I thought he would go back to his dorm, but he followed me to mine. I showed him around the co-ed floor rather than going to my room. He got a kick out of that. Then he offered to show me this trail. We went on a walk and talked more.
At one point, a very deep subject came up about his life. It moved me to tell him my experience. It got very personal and he had his arm around me rubbing my shoulder and back comforting me. If I was single, this would have been the most wonderful and romantic thing in the world. But, I'm not. All I could think about was how my fiancé would kill me. And I was so sorry.
At the same time, this other guy was great. He made me think deeper about life, nature, God, encouraged my faith, I loved it. In fact, I became more diligent in reading the bible. We're even going to chapel now together.
But I can't... He's great. He's what I've always dreamed about in a good Christian guy. He loves Jesus and... Just that alone makes my heart melt! And my fiancé is just complacent... Sitting at home all day, no job, no plan, fixated on knowing what I'm doing. He's not mature. We weren't ready for a relationship. We were stupid, irrational teenagers.
I've been praying like crazy about this. Any thoughts? I refuse to cheat on anyone. That's out of the question. But... I can't break up with my fiancé. There's other things bothering me about that. He actually wants me to quit college and move in with his parents and him. Haha no. I love him, but... What if I made a mistake? What if I dated him for the wrong reasons and rushed before God's time?
Even if it's not this other guy, I suppose I should've waited. Any thoughts?