Along came the international student...
March 5th 2008 04:35
There was a time I thought I could do no wrong. I was a nice person, I was caring and I hated hurting people. Perhaps that was the reason why I stayed with DC for so long, hoping that he would end up dumping me, so rather than hurting him, I would be the one hurt and that would be better.
The result of that was me getting fed up with all his games and ended up breaking up with him over the phone, with the message that "I have someone else in my room now, I don't want to talk to you no more."
Rather nasty in terms of how I have been before, and since then, I don't think I am as nice a person as I was.
And unfortunately history does repeat. Not that G was bad for me. In fact, all throughout the three months after I got back, he consistently called me at the promised times, sent me flowers on my birthday and emailed with updates from Germany. However, not being able to physically being with him meant I soon started to drift and the charms of those closer to me eventually took me over.
CB came into my life, and turned it up side down.
I was, at the time, extremely active in the student community at uni. I was part of what's called the Peer Network program where we help new students adapt to our university, show them around, help them with all the paper work and understanding the way the uni worked. Just so it happened, CB was on an exchange program from Germany, and I was assigned as his 'Peer' to help him out a bit.
We started off meeting once a week, chatting about his experiences as well as Sydney in general. I mentioned having a boyfriend back in Germany and he mentioned he had held off relationships for a while because he didn't want the burden of a relationship while being overseas. We went out with my friends for beers so I could introduce him to more local people, I looked through his assignments and corrected his expressions and grammar. It was all innocent and friendly, and nothing suggested any development beyond friendship for both of us.
Three months down the track, CB and I became really good friends. Once again, he was a computing sciences student and we were closer in age than G and I, as well as living close to each other in the inner west of Sydney, we enjoyed hanging out and discussing homework. By then, he's also established his own group of friends from various international students community, and essentially don't really need me as a 'Peer' anymore. Yet, he was spending more and more time with me, something I should have realised then, was a sign of the start of a tangled and confusion time in my history of relationships.
The result of that was me getting fed up with all his games and ended up breaking up with him over the phone, with the message that "I have someone else in my room now, I don't want to talk to you no more."
Rather nasty in terms of how I have been before, and since then, I don't think I am as nice a person as I was.
And unfortunately history does repeat. Not that G was bad for me. In fact, all throughout the three months after I got back, he consistently called me at the promised times, sent me flowers on my birthday and emailed with updates from Germany. However, not being able to physically being with him meant I soon started to drift and the charms of those closer to me eventually took me over.
CB came into my life, and turned it up side down.
I was, at the time, extremely active in the student community at uni. I was part of what's called the Peer Network program where we help new students adapt to our university, show them around, help them with all the paper work and understanding the way the uni worked. Just so it happened, CB was on an exchange program from Germany, and I was assigned as his 'Peer' to help him out a bit.
We started off meeting once a week, chatting about his experiences as well as Sydney in general. I mentioned having a boyfriend back in Germany and he mentioned he had held off relationships for a while because he didn't want the burden of a relationship while being overseas. We went out with my friends for beers so I could introduce him to more local people, I looked through his assignments and corrected his expressions and grammar. It was all innocent and friendly, and nothing suggested any development beyond friendship for both of us.
Three months down the track, CB and I became really good friends. Once again, he was a computing sciences student and we were closer in age than G and I, as well as living close to each other in the inner west of Sydney, we enjoyed hanging out and discussing homework. By then, he's also established his own group of friends from various international students community, and essentially don't really need me as a 'Peer' anymore. Yet, he was spending more and more time with me, something I should have realised then, was a sign of the start of a tangled and confusion time in my history of relationships.
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Comment by The wonderful Peter Yang
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Well...ok it is probably not always the case, but it usually is.
Anyway, great story.
I hope you the best of luck in uni, dating and well...everything
Cheers
PS: Which uni do you go to, anyway?
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Katyzzz... I don't think I'll ever give up uni. I am still learning! Though good thing is, technology has enabled distance learning so I can do my masters from the comfort of my lounge in front of the tv