Oh, you guys! Remember that little ole thing I started here a while ago. About me and the boy? The way we met, hated each other, dated other people, then starting dating? A little Ma Nouvelle Mode Love Story? Ya, well, I’ve totally neglected it. I have had a few of you write me asking when I’d take it up again and I thought I should! I really can’t leave you hanging like that!
If you would like to catch up, I have 9 installments of our love story. Here they are:
My husband actually wrote chapters eight and nine. It’s funny to have a guy’s perspective. I’m going to pick it back up for now and maybe he’ll come around later to write some more. He pretty much covered his version of my chapters one through eight in two chapters. Venus & Mars for sure.
Ma Nouvelle Mode Love Story: Chapter 10
I had finally said yes. He was finally my boyfriend. I didn’t even know how to act, it was so unreal. I really, honestly never thought this day would come. I never thought he’d ask me or even want to be with me like that. But here we were, boyfriend and girlfriend. And the rest was all romantic history, right?
Not so much…
We dated for a couple months and had a lot of fun. Hanging out with friends, game nights, spa nights, basketball games. It was nice. We seemed to get along pretty well without a ton of fighting or anything going on during that time. (We’ll see if DM says the same thing… I used to… shall we say.. lack a certain restraint with my words. I have since improved, promise!)
The only real issue was us. We liked each other. But being the Christians that we were/are, we didn’t want to get involved physically. But, you know, we’re human. And we’re attracted to each other. So ya, there was that. Without making this post a big TMI sesh, let’s just say we went past a line we had set for ourselves and we didn’t believe that being together was best for each other individually and for us in a relationship.
If you don’t have the same ideals as we do, you might think we were completely ridiculous. It’s not the most popular choice in the world now-a-days but we wanted to live our lives a particular way, honoring to God, and this was a big part of it. We just felt that apparently since we couldn’t control ourselves it was better to just stop that temptation all together and separate.
It worked, of course, it’s hard to mess around when you’re not together. But it sucked. We both obviously still liked each other.
I did the regular Natalia thing to do, preoccupied myself. I spent most of my time with my best friend, probably being ridiculous. I gave my best effort in school, which still wasn’t stellar, but ya know, school isn’t for everyone. And I dated other boys.
I was never one to be attached to any particular boy, so I just dated whoever. I met a guy in a club who was cool, we hung out a few times. I dated a guy I went to high school with, that was fun & short lived. We broke up on Valentine’s Day and still went on a date. It was just like “ya, this isn’t working is it?” “Nope, not feeling it.” “Alright. Want to get something to eat?” “Sure, let’s go!” And we’re still friends to this day. It was never anything more than just a couple dates here and there, but it’s how I kept my mind off the one boy who I couldn’t keep my mind off of.
DM, on the other hand, was not allowed to date other girls. I was the queen of double standards. I could date as many guys as I wanted because I knew in my heart and head that they meant nothing compared to him. Every time I saw him with another girl, it was another story. That was not okay. I wanted him to wait around for me while I dated who I wanted and “waited” for him.
It took me quite a few years to realize how truly horrible I was, but don’t worry, DM has been so kind to point it out over the years. What can I say, he’s always trying to make me better!
One night I was headed out on a date with a guy — can’t even remember who — and I saw DM in front of the library. Okay, you guys, not my proudest moment, but I was a manipulative young thing. I was dressed nice, hair done, wearing a sweater that I knew he loved on me and some low-cut jeans. I also had a slight obsession with Victoria’s Secret so I always had something cute on. This particular time I was wearing a thong with a diamond heart connecting the strings in the back. When I saw him there I knew it was my time to make him feel the pain of missing me. We were chatting, I “dropped” something and bent over to get it, making sure my sexy thong peeked out of my jeans.
He then pinned me against the wall and said “You’re not going anywhere tonight. You’re staying here with me. We are meant to be together.” Then he kissed me passionately, just like in the movies.
HAHAHAHAHA NOPE. He didn’t say a word. My plan was thwarted. He didn’t even noticed my super sexy thong peeking out of my jeans, I mean come on!! I had pulled out all the stops! Well, whatever, let’s just go out with what’s-his-name tonight. Sheesh, what a waste.
Later, like 7 years later, he told me that he did, in fact, notice and that it killed him inside. But he knew he had to keep his mouth shut. He knew how to play me.
Time went on. Nothing special happened. Of course we saw each other in passing, talked every once in a while, but mostly just lived separate lives. No matter who I dated, who I hung out with or what I did, he was still on my mind. I hated it, but I couldn’t get him out of my head. He left for the summer back to the Bahamas and I headed home. Nothing exciting happened on my end, but as it turns out, he was keeping himself busy.
And her name was Danielle.