The Girl Who Couldn't Let Go

I got chatting with a young lady once. Her name was Anne. She was very attractive, and I wanted to see if she was available so I asked her if she had a boyfriend. It was clear from that word on that she did have a boyfriend, and that he was her favourite topic for discussion! Still interested in the story she had to tell, I listened on. It turned out that she had met her boyfriend just over a year ago. She was a very out going kind of person, but he wasn't so outgoing. He would complain when she would do 'crazy things' in public, such as slap his arse, or try to hoist herself up on his back for a 'piggy back ride.' All in all she sounded like my kind of woman. Never the less, the boyfriend had told her that he needed time to think about the relationship. He told Anne that he would be taking a holiday to Queensland, and while he was there he would think about the relationship, and whether he wanted it to continue. And so he had left.

I asked Anna how long ago her boyfriend had left, and she said it was around two months ago. I remarked that this seemed like a very long holiday. She explained that a few weeks after he had left, he had started a new job. Anne told me how happy she was for him, and that when he returned he would have saved a lot of money and they would most likely go for an Island holiday some place. To introduce more conversation, I asked whether he had come to any resolve regarding the relationship. She told me that he hadn't decided yet, but it was clear to her that she was irresistible, and that he would be back as soon as he could. I thought about the situation for a moment, and wondered aloud, "surely he's not paying hotel rates. Has he also found a flat to stay in?" I was shocked to hear that he had actually moved in with a woman he had met who worked in an adjacent building where he worked in Queensland. As if it wasn't clear earlier, it was crystal clear now that this guy was not coming back. "Doesn't that bother you that he's living with a woman?" I asked. Anne shrugged. "I suppose," she said, "but it can't be easy to be sexually active, and then just... not. I mean, how else could he cope with the sexual frustration?" I was astounded at what I was hearing. "So you mean he's definitely having sex with this woman." "Oh yes," said Anne, "but it doesn't mean anything." A great dilemma came over me. Should I be the one to tell her that her boyfriend, whom she obviously adored like no other man on this earth, was never coming back? It was clear to me that there was no simple way that she would accept this, and that I would probably be wasting my time. Never the less, one should never play along with another's fantasy or delusion. I put on my sincere face. "Anne, it seems to me that your boyfriend has established his life fairly well over in Queensland. He has a job, a place to live, and dare I say, even a girlfriend. I really don't think he's coming back." She looked at me like I was the biggest bastard she had ever been in the company of. One would hope that deep down she knew it was true. Never the less, she simply sighed and said in a convicting voice, "You just don't know what you're talking about." Conversation fell, and I didn't feel too popular with her after that. But need I say... he never did come back to her.