In chronological dating order, or officially known as CDO (yes, I just made that shit up), there is Quantum, Trek, and The Ex.
I had a gigantic crush on Quantum all throughout high school. We met through Track & Field (come to think of it, that's how I met Trek too...) and talked throughout high school and even when he went to college. When I was still in high school, and he was in college in Cambridge (studying quantum physics, hence the nickname), we went to a Guster concert down at the Omni Theatre. If I recall correctly, we had seats in the nosebleeds and ended up working our way down to some pretty awesome spots. I never kissed him, but boy did I want to. He had the body of some Greek sculpture and dimples that you could practically swim in. Drool. I digress... Inevitably, once I came down to Boston, we ran into each other a few times, but whenever we saw each other, one or both of us was in a relationship. Now, all of this time later, we're both single. After some crazy Facebook phenomena where we realized we had some interesting mutual friends, we reconnected and ended up grabbing sushi for lunch earlier this week. Needless to say, Quantum has not lost his swagger. I was kicking myself in the ass for suggesting lunch (in my defense I didn't know if he was still in a relationship up until then). But still, what was I thinking? Even if there was chemistry, I couldn't do anything about it over lunch! Boo. Luckily, S advised me to suggest drinks sometime next week, which he obliged to gladly. That'll be the real test.
And then there's Trek. I'm actually en route to his place as I write this very post. He recently moved into his own place, so I anticipate us christening a few surfaces in his apartment, or maybe not. Who knows? Regardless, he will always have a special place in my little black book. When Trek and I first met, he was officiating a track meet that I was competing in. I ended up winning my events (because I'm a champ, obviously) and we hit it off from there. We never actually had sex while we were dating. It was one of those "pussy on a pedestal" situations where we were too nervous to screw something up, but once we split, that's when the gloves came off. I still have a pair of ripped jeans to prove it. Some of the best sex I have had 'til this day, and he knows it. There's something about a guy who knows how to push your buttons after years of being apart. As one of my co-workers puts it, he has no problem taking me to the mountain.
Last but not least, we have The Ex, aka my most recent serious relationship. We have crossed the threshold of the friend zone and have been spending more time together. I have yet to decide whether this is a good idea because I don't want it to seem like I am giving him false hope. He wouldn't hesitate to jump back into a relationship with me, but I am so far from being on the same page that I don't even think we're even in the same book. The friend zone is where he will remain.
So what is a girl to do with all of these ghosts of dating past? Looks like I'll have to keep you posted.
'Til next time,
A Babe In Boston
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