The Russian

Ohh The Russian. How did I meet him? Honestly, I can’t remember for the life me how I met this dude. And also I was the only one who didn’t know we were dating. Sure we went out and he bought me drinks and dinner, and I made out with a few times, but I never considered this man someone I was dating. I was just having fun and he was cool and an amazing kisser. Sometimes a girl just needs a guy like that around when you’re feeling lonely or have that need to just make out with someone when your drunk. He was THAT guy for me. But also I genuinely enjoyed his company too. So after hanging out with him for a few months he began to behave a bit differently. A bit more like he was trying to be my boyfriend and I never looked at him as anything more than a friend. So he asked me one day what was up with us, and I was taken aback by this question not knowing what the hell to say to that! What do I do with that question? So I did what most girls would do in this particular situation…I played dumb. Not my proudest moment to say the least but all that did was infuriate him to the point where he felt it was necessary to give me an ultimatum. Holy Hell! Is this really happening right now? I asked myself. So after that he decided that if I wasn’t going to be his girlfriend, then he didn’t want anything more to do with me. I was upset because I liked him and didn’t want to loose my friend. I also didn’t think he was totally serious either so after he said this to me we walked our separate ways. So the next day, I phoned him and tried to act like nothing happened. He, to my surprise, wasn’t having it and he told me off! WOW he was REALLY serious! What did I do to this guy to make him so angry? Well I figured I would just give him his time and his space so he can get over it. I haven’t seen him since…It’s been a pretty long time.