Life doesn't make sense sometimes. Actually, a better cliche for me would be that you can't choose who you love.
I've been in love with Sara since I saw her in a Business class we had together freshman year of college. I fell head over heels in love with her, the moment our eyes met when she smiled at me.
I asked her out immediately, and she accepted. We went for coffee, and did the usual first date stuff.
The first thing she said when we sat down was, "Tell me your story. What is the story of Jesse Malone."
"Well, I'm from Schaumburg, Illinois, which is about 40 minutes from downtown Chicago. I grew up in a middle class household under an umbrella of love.
My parents adore each other, and that love passed on to me and my sister Ali. They have one of those storybook loves that makes you have to brush your teeth after talking to them, it's so sweet. They grew up with each other and were basically always together.
My sister is 10 years older than I am, so I guess I was an oops baby. She always doted on me like I was one of her dolls growing up and we are very close."
Sara said, "Aww, did she dress you up?"
"As a matter of fact she did many wardrobe changes on me over the early years. She was always my fashion consultant when I got older as well.
I'm a pretty decent student. I play the drums, and was in a few bands through high school."
"Didn't you dream of being a big time rock star?" She asked.
"No, not really," I answered, "My dream is kind of corny. Just to get a good job, marry a beautiful woman, and have a bunch of kids."
She smiled and said, "Oh, so you're a softy?"
"I wouldn't say that," I said defensively.
"What about a girlfriend? Is there a hometown hottie that I'm encroaching on?" She asked with a smirk.
"No, believe it or not I didn't date much." I replied. "I took girls to all the dances and stuff, but I never really had a steady girlfriend."
"That's surprising," she said. "You're easy on the eyes and don't give off a serial killer vibe. I'd think you would've been prime beef in your school."
"Well, I never put myself out there I guess. I was always busy with school, my bands, and the jobs I had, so I never really had time to build a relationship with any of the girls I dated," I answered.
"Since you opened that door, how about you? Do I need to be watching over my shoulder for any boyfriends?"
"No," she said. "But I do have a boyfriend back home in Chicago."
"Hey, a Chicago girl, that's great, but what's the status? Are we just going to be friends now?" I said, hoping for a better answer than I got. What I should've done was run as soon as she said it.
"No, I told him I was going to date while here. I wasn't exclusive with Alex before, although I wasn't whoring around either. I just don't see the point of being tied down yet."
I should've paid for the coffee and said goodbye right then. That was the worst thing I could've heard. I wanted an exclusive relationship with that goddess. I didn't want to share her with anyone.
She was stunning. She was tall, with brown hair done back in a pony tail, and lovely brown eyes. She was curvy, but lean. I guess she compared with Anne Hathaway, if I had to pick someone.
But I didn't run. I began to date her. I guess I thought I could win her away from her long distance boyfriend that she wasn't serious about anyway, or maybe I just wasn't thinking with my big head at all.
We were going well for about 3 months, when I saw her with a guy in a pizza joint. I was there with friends, she was clearly on a date.
I walked over to their booth and sat down next to her surprising her. I reached my hand out to the guy and said, "Hi, Jesse Malone."
He looked at me, then her and said to her, "I thought you weren't dating anyone, Sara?"
She glared at me and told him, "Jesse and I see each other. We have an understanding that I don't want to be tied down."
"Look man," he said. "We've gone out a few times. If I would have known about you, I'd have walked away. I don't play games like that."
I said, " I get it. How could you have known. Anyway, it's not like you're fucking her or anything.
He paled and scrunched his face up.
I looked at Sara and said, "Seriously? You're fucking other guys?" She looked away from me.
I looked at him and said, "Condoms?"
He shook his head in a negative reply.
"Keep her," I said, "I'm through with her," and slid out to leave.
She said, "Jesse wait," but didn't follow me out.
"Fucking great," I thought. I had understood about the guy back home, in a way, but I felt like I was her guy here and he was her guy there. He was so far away, he didn't matter, but for her to date, and fuck other guys here was a problem for me. Especially bareback.
We were having sex regularly, and without condoms since she was on the pill. I guess I thought since I was her guy here, I was safe from social diseases, but I guess I thought wrong. That was not something I'm ok with.
As I was walking back home, She called me. I let it go to voicemail, I wasn't going to deal with her tonight. She called every 15 minutes and texted me a book.
I deleted them all.
We weren't dating very long, with it being only 3 months, but I fell hard for her. We were with each other a lot. My room, her room, dates, we shared friends; it really felt like we were in a relationship. I struggled to think of when she could see that guy. I guess the times she said she was studying or with friends were lies. I must have been so blind and stupid.
I didn't understand why she hid the fact that she was seeing other guys from me. If we had a so called "understanding" as she said, one would think she wouldn't of had to hide it. She must have known what she was doing was wrong.
I sat down in a courtyard in front of my dorm, just thinking. I went to that courtyard to study sometimes or have picnics with Sara.
It was a mild October night and I was enjoying the quiet when someone sat next to me.
"Did you read my text?" She said.
"Nope, deleted all the voicemails too." I said.
"I was afraid I was falling in love with you," Sara said softly. "I was afraid that we were getting to close."
I didn't respond.
She continued, "You knew from the beginning that we were not going to be exclusive."
"I didn't know you'd be screwing other guys," I snapped.
"I thought it was just you and me here and you had, whatever his name is, back home. I didn't think I was one of many. You had unprotected sex, for Christ's sake. Now I have to get tested." She pulled back a bit at that statement.