So this weekend I ended up meeting up with some friends from high school for dinner. We do get together only a few times a year due to the fact that some of us go to school out of town. However, it’s usually difficult to gather more than 3-4 people on short notice (which always seems to be the case for our gatherings). So I was really surprised when I got to the restaurant and found out that we were expecting 10 people!

People started showing up and it all made sense. One turned into two, two turned into four and three had turned into six. We had three boyfriends there so that’s why there were so many of us. It was absolutely amazing to see how different the boyfriends were. Even though they were all Chinese, one didn’t speak Chinese at all, one spoke another dialect and one was better in Chinese than in English (a fob). One of the girls had always dated, even throughout high school, so it wasn’t surprising to see her boyfriend. But to see two other couples there, it really struck me as a sign of our age and how we’re growing up.

I felt distant to a lot of the people there, but it was alright. We were never really close in the beginning, but we are not enemies either. It’s all good.

It’s times like these where I really wish I could have brought my boy along. I’m sure he would have felt very awkward because everyone was Chinese, but it would have been nice to introduce him to some friends. Hm. I’ve never really talked about my high school years. Probably because there wasn’t much to talk about…well, ugh..bad memories. Let’s not go there.

The other day, the boy and I ended up on the topic about this persona that I had developed (the dark, twisted side to me in the last post). He asked if anyone else had been shown this character and I told him the truth that other guys have seen that side of me. I had actually developed that persona over the course of this strange relationship I had with Secretive Guy (it’s a pun on his nickname). I didn’t mention it, I could have, but it’s not something I’m really ready to tell him. I’ve actually told my story involving Secretive Guy a long time ago before the boy and I started a relationship, whether he remembers it is another story.

The point of the previous paragraph is that I’m in a bit of a predicament. The boy has told me about his previous relationships with girls. He never really dated any of them but he was still sort of “together” with those girls. I’m kind of ashamed of my previous “relationships&rdqu o; with guys so I’ve been very reluctant to talk about them. But at the same time, I feel very obligated to tell the boy about them because he told me about his history.

Hope you have a good evening!