01-30-2017, 07:45 PM
Excuse me for this long, long, long post. But I need some advice. Or maybe just to share my story.
It began 1,5 year ago when I met this guy online. We started chatting and hit it off immediately. Whenever we could, we agreed to go online and talk (which was quite difficult since I also work during the night twice or three times a week). Anyway, after a few months we exchanged phone numbers and we called almost every day. He had told me during our first online contact that he was 24 (I was 28 at the time) and that he never had a gay relationship before. Not even kissed a guy before and because of that he was a bit insecure, which I could tell during our phone calls.
After months of calling and texting I found myself thinking about him constantly. He was a shy and very friendly guy. And the pictures he send me... oh my god! He was very very easy on the eyes with a georgeous smile and teeth! :-)
So, two months ago I asked him to meet me. Somewhere public, so he would feel comfortable. After two days he called me back and told me he was okay with that. We decided to go to dinner and since he lived 2 hours away I agreed to drive to his hometown and meet him at the restaurant.
Once I got there, he was already waiting outside. And although he definitely was the guy from the pictures, I could immediately tell that he looked much younger in real life. And that he was...
After saying hello I told him that he did not look 25 and asked him if that was true. He got so nervous and after what feels like half an hour of silence he told me he was 17!!! I turned 29 during the time we had contact, going on 30. The only thing I could think about was how I spend almost 1,5 year thinking about this guy and how I, to be honest, was falling in love with him. I know this sounds silly because of the fact we never met, but I really liked this guy.
I said to him that I was very dissapointed that he lied to me all that time and that I drove 2 hours to meet someone who was not the guy I expected to see. At least, age wise. And asked him what he expected would happen once I saw him. He said that this was exactly what he expected but that he really wanted to see me and that I was on his mind all the time. Anyway, we stood outside for I think 45 minutes in which he was too afraid to say something or even look at me. And since I got a little angry I felt sorry for the boy and asked if he would like to go in, eat something and then I would leave again. We talked and talked and he told me that during the time we had online contact, I did not ask him about his age for a couple of weeks. And when I finally did, he liked talking to me so much but knew I was 28 at the time. So he told me he was 24. Afraid that I would break contact otherwise.
At the end of the evening I said goodbye and drove the two hours back, constantly thinking about the gorgeous, friendly and shy guy sitting across the table from me... the 17 year old guy!!! Although he was very mature for his age in conversations, he was only 17.
Halfway home I received an enormous text (like this post ;-) in which he appologized a million times, understood that I was angry but telling me that he had a great evening, finally meeting up. And that he understood if we didn't meet again but if it was okay that he called me sometimes.
To make this long story not any longer: we did meet again. And again. And again. And I am crazy about this guy. And he is 17... a fact that constantly gets into my mind whenever I see him. I don't know how to get over that, or if I want to get over that. But fact is, he is the last thing on my mind when I go to sleep and the first thing I think about when I get up in de morning. Not knowing what to do about this entire situation makes me crazy!!
I'm sorry if my English isn't perfect by the way. It's not my first language. And I'm sorry if I made somebody fall asleep ready this book :-)
Jess
It began 1,5 year ago when I met this guy online. We started chatting and hit it off immediately. Whenever we could, we agreed to go online and talk (which was quite difficult since I also work during the night twice or three times a week). Anyway, after a few months we exchanged phone numbers and we called almost every day. He had told me during our first online contact that he was 24 (I was 28 at the time) and that he never had a gay relationship before. Not even kissed a guy before and because of that he was a bit insecure, which I could tell during our phone calls.
After months of calling and texting I found myself thinking about him constantly. He was a shy and very friendly guy. And the pictures he send me... oh my god! He was very very easy on the eyes with a georgeous smile and teeth! :-)
So, two months ago I asked him to meet me. Somewhere public, so he would feel comfortable. After two days he called me back and told me he was okay with that. We decided to go to dinner and since he lived 2 hours away I agreed to drive to his hometown and meet him at the restaurant.
Once I got there, he was already waiting outside. And although he definitely was the guy from the pictures, I could immediately tell that he looked much younger in real life. And that he was...
After saying hello I told him that he did not look 25 and asked him if that was true. He got so nervous and after what feels like half an hour of silence he told me he was 17!!! I turned 29 during the time we had contact, going on 30. The only thing I could think about was how I spend almost 1,5 year thinking about this guy and how I, to be honest, was falling in love with him. I know this sounds silly because of the fact we never met, but I really liked this guy.
I said to him that I was very dissapointed that he lied to me all that time and that I drove 2 hours to meet someone who was not the guy I expected to see. At least, age wise. And asked him what he expected would happen once I saw him. He said that this was exactly what he expected but that he really wanted to see me and that I was on his mind all the time. Anyway, we stood outside for I think 45 minutes in which he was too afraid to say something or even look at me. And since I got a little angry I felt sorry for the boy and asked if he would like to go in, eat something and then I would leave again. We talked and talked and he told me that during the time we had online contact, I did not ask him about his age for a couple of weeks. And when I finally did, he liked talking to me so much but knew I was 28 at the time. So he told me he was 24. Afraid that I would break contact otherwise.
At the end of the evening I said goodbye and drove the two hours back, constantly thinking about the gorgeous, friendly and shy guy sitting across the table from me... the 17 year old guy!!! Although he was very mature for his age in conversations, he was only 17.
Halfway home I received an enormous text (like this post ;-) in which he appologized a million times, understood that I was angry but telling me that he had a great evening, finally meeting up. And that he understood if we didn't meet again but if it was okay that he called me sometimes.
To make this long story not any longer: we did meet again. And again. And again. And I am crazy about this guy. And he is 17... a fact that constantly gets into my mind whenever I see him. I don't know how to get over that, or if I want to get over that. But fact is, he is the last thing on my mind when I go to sleep and the first thing I think about when I get up in de morning. Not knowing what to do about this entire situation makes me crazy!!
I'm sorry if my English isn't perfect by the way. It's not my first language. And I'm sorry if I made somebody fall asleep ready this book :-)
Jess