Chris is an ongoing torment. We have a great time when we are together; we never stop laughing. He texts me everyday but most of those texts go no where and I only see him about once a week. I know, I know, He’s just not that into you. But it is a college relationship, so it doesn’t follow “real word” rules. I know I deserve better but the bad things he does are so miniscule it is easy to make excuses for them. It’s been three months and he will probably never want to get serious. Little does he know I have been serious since week two. Of course you can’t push pressure on boys like that, they will be gone in a second. They are scared little puppies that have to be spoon fed until they can stomach something more solid. Even when I accidentally slip and say that we are “dating” I can see his eyes widen and teeth clench. You would think I asked him for a ring or something.
He is one of those boys I wish I had met later in life. Like a train I wish I had gotten on at a later destination; by that point he will have seen more places, met more people. In short, I just wish he would grow up.
