I'm not saying LDR's can't work, just not for us as Freshmen

In May senior year in high school, some people are all sitting around talking about prom, when one of the girls mentions she doesn’t have a date, and since I didn’t have a date, she asks me out. I sarcastically say, “Oh SURE, cuz I’d want nothing more than that!” and she responded without hesitation, “I’m holding you to it!” And she did. That was my first mistake.

We went to prom, everything went well, and we dated on into summer. She was pretty much a virgin to everything, and I had pretty much done everything before. By the end of summer, she had left her virgin days behind her. Mistake number two.

Now, the university situation arose. I was going to Waterloo and she was staying in Ottawa. It’s between 500-600 km distance between the two places, but for some reason, come September, we decided to try a long distance relationship. Mistake number three.

In Waterloo, I had a roommate, not the brightest bulb in the box, quite honestly a cock block. He was also from Ottawa and had a girl back home, which kinda united us a bit, but his penchant for video games above a social life, really sucked. Besides, there were tons of other people around who liked partying and such.

Anyways, the long distance thing was getting tiresome but the plan of me transferring to Ottawa after a year arose, so we stuck through it. Now, there were some shaky moments in this relationship, including a few “not talking to you” and some “time apart” – as if more of that was needed. Anyways, during this, I often sought comfort in the next dorm over. I live in South 8 sector, and would often venture to MKV, located right next to our dorm, for the girls and such.

Some months later, on into February, Waterloo has its “Reading Week” aka Spring Break. I went back to Ottawa for the week, only to find someone doubting our relationship. Whatever, I figured, give her a few days, she’ll be fine. Mistake number four. She heads to some party that weekend with me having no knowledge of where she’s been since Tuesday. She tells me all this after the fact, and hungover on Saturday starts rambling off all the problems. Apparently, she got piss drunk and slept with some guy that night.

That pretty much ended us right there, but her reading week being the one after mine, she still came down with me to Waterloo. Enter some revenge sex and after the week, you have the final deal on us. Year ends and back in Ottawa, I shared one too many details about her acts of a sexual nature…

She called me an “asshole” and I retorted with, “Yes, I am, and I fucked yours too.”

Note to everyone else: The good girls aren’t good, they are just waiting to go bad. And please avoid the LDRs, you’re just fooling yourself.