So here’s the thing. From April 2012 to Feb 2014, I was dating this younger wolf who I met at a party hosted by my best friend and I. Flashback – Back in Dec 2011 we hosted a hotel room party. Only a select few guys were invited and they each brought a guest. He was a guest of someone invited by my best friend. So the party is poppin’, drinks are flowing, I’m tipsy as hell and I stumble upon this tall, dark, handsome juvie tucked away in the bathroom of our hotel room. So I’m like “who are you, and what are you doing in my bathroom”…He responds, “this really isn’t my scene, but my friend doesn’t wanna leave, can I just chill here?” Turns out he was D/L and felt uncomfortable…Long story short, he never left the bathroom and neither did I, but it was just great conversation at the time. At this point I’m 23, he was 19. By the end of the night we had exchanged numbers and never lost contact, and by April of 2012 we were dating.
The difficult thing about our relationship was that it was long distance from the jump because I was away at college in the US, and only visited home (the Bahamas) about 4 or 5 time in the year. So I believe we never had a strong foundation to help us with the difficulties of a long distance relationship. Even so, I fell head over heels for this guy, and I believed he loved me too, but he was D/L so sometimes he tried to pond me off as just another male friend, and of course there were issues with females because he never got to a place where he accepted his sexuality. He dipped and dabbled between males and females, and my friends would always have some story about where he was, or who he was with. But besides that, the sex was sooooooo good. For a young wolf, he was dicking me down like no other. I had been with guys my age, or older in the past but no one was stroking like he was. He was funny, a man’s man, played basketball (as I cheered on the sidelines incognito, with the other basketball wives), and did all the typical shit that would make you fall in love with a TRADE.
Fast forward— after almost 2 years of ups and downs he dumps me on my birthday in Feb 2014. His excuse? He needs to find himself and I “deserve better” than him. I was so heart broken. Even at this point today, I’m still in love with this guy. I think about him every day, about the sex we had, and about how he made laugh. And even though he’s moved on and currently in relationship with a female that I know very well, I’m stuck in this place of confusion because I truly think we belong together, and I cant even begin to think about having sex with someone else.
I’ve been trying my hardest to move on but I cant. I’ve been pursued by other men since him, but I keep comparing them to him and they just don’t meet the mark. I’ve even had a Angela Basset in Waiting to Exhale moment, trying to get over this dude. I used to have really long dread locks, and cut them all off standing in a mirror. Why? Because he loved my hair, and I wanted to get rid of it just because he liked it. I’m battling the decision of contacting him to try and reconnect in some way, or at least have a conversation because I think I need closure to move on. We have not seen each other since the day we broke up, but we follow each other on social media. We no longer have each other’s phone number.
What should I do?