Sunday, 25 February 2018

Confessions of a PT's GF: But he's mine now and it doesn't matter

I can't seem to entirely focus on my Midterms review without telling this story. When I decided to allot my attention to this guy I really like (now my boyfriend), I didn't care about his current pursuit, or whether there was actually one. To me it was enough that I knew he was single. I managed to cross his boundary and put light on myself. I don't know; maybe I was just that persistent? or did I actually held qualities unique from this other girl? Long story cut short, I was able to steal his full attention. About a month later, we came official. To me, the chase was more than 30 days. From the moment I met him, it started there.

I was too happy and surprised that things worked out between us that I didn't see the crack in my system. All along, I thought I was winning him. Ignorant to the fact that he was chasing another girl, I carefully crafted a way to get him. Undoubtedly, I was successful.

It was later when I found out about the girl. It came to me impliedly. He didn't tell the story until I asked, and no one bothered to tell me anyway. Although I knew he was quite popular with girls, I didn't realize he was popular to one other girl. People just started teasing us and I interpreted it all as being supportive. Perhaps all along they were laughing behind my back. Maybe half of his friends had a different say about us. At the time, I didn't notice any of it. I had my eyes on the prize.

I was a fool. And it took me weeks later since we became official to piece it all together. It was totally unexpected but it still caught me off guard. I had a hunch of their "thing" when she came to the Gym but my petty little mind insisted on confirmation. Besides, I didn't get her name at the time. I thought she was just another "client" or another "trainer". She was the latter, and a special one at that. I feel so ashamed now that I know everybody there knew about them while I was the third party who came between them.

Suddenly something clicked. One of his colleagues came up to me and said something along the lines of "Iba ka. Ang galing mo." Back then I thought, "Shouldn't it be the other way around? Aren't I the catch?" I suppose in their eyes, I was the viper. I was the aggressor. Either way, he succeeded in concealing any of it. And I simply just learned to own it. After all, I did fight for him, one way or another.

It got to the point where I got so curious of the timeline that I played around with snooping. Although it matched his story, I still can't believe it took him that short of a time to like me. He was still involved with her around end of June and by early July he was completely focused on me. The texting stopped there and I guess that's my win. It just doesn't feel exactly like it. A part of me thinks I just happened to stop by at a convenient time. After all, while we were dating, she was away and abroad. She wasn't there to distract him. And I just snatched him, unintentionally of course. Now I wonder what if I knew then? What if I knew about them? What if I knew they had a thing? Would I give up on him? Would I surrender? Would I retreat?

Probably.

I read he invited her to see Wonder Woman during the same time I was trying to make him invite me to the same movie. What an embarrassment. No wonder he didn't ask. No wonder he didn't pay attention at first. No wonder he was so private. No wonder he didn't make moves on me first. No wonder I was so challenged.

Props to him for pushing her away when I found out, because it would have been a bigger problem. He stopped training with her right away. I realized the following two weeks since we became official that they still do trainings together. That bothered me for a bit, but back then I didn't know about them and nobody knew about us. I don't how he concluded things between them but he said he did. He told me he was already contemplating saying goodbye but he was doing it slowly. I'm trying not to dig deep so I decided to take a leap of faith. I believe him because that's easier to accept than question. 

To the girl who was that girl, I'm sorry. I have no fucking clue. And he said hi back so what can I do. But he's mine now and it doesn't matter. I hope you also find your happily ever after.






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