Have you ever looked back on the people you went to school with and wondered what they are doing or how their lives turned out? Have you ever thought about the playground heart-throbs and wondered what it would have been like to have been one of their romances?
I have been bumbling again recently, with no real aim in mind but more to just see what the market is like at the moment, and happened upon someone from school. Actually I happen upon loads of the boys from my year on here, but I wasn’t expecting to see this person on there. You know those people a couple of years above you that all the people in your year fancy but somehow you don’t? Well here he is, right here on my screen. He looks the same, and I didn’t really fancy him before so should I match or not? I mean, I did have a boyfriend through school, so I wasn’t really looking at anyone else at the time. A quick message to a couple of school friends asking their opinion tells me yes, yes I should swipe right and see what happens.
So now for the test- does he actually know who I am? I send him a message saying “Oh hello Jason Michaels how are things?” I’ve got nothing to lose. And to my surprise he responds immediately with “Kat Jenkins*, things are great how have you been since school?” So he does know who I am. This could be fun. As if the boy, 2 years above, who all the popular girls wanted in my year at school not only knows me but matched with me! Yeah, this feels good.
Jason and I chat for a while before he gives me his number and tells me to watsapp him instead. We continue to chat and he tells me he is going off on holiday soon for 3 weeks, he hasn’t had much luck with dating (girls lose interest after a couple of weeks), and he just wants to meet someone who he can do fun couply things in London with. He tries being a bit cheeky with me saying things like “Why do I get the feeling you’re trouble.” This is nice I like this.
The next day he texts me whilst I am at work. Just general chit chat to begin with but before long he has turned the switch up on the cheeky factor and is ‘imagining me driving the men in his office wild’. Flattering, but I should have seen this as an early warning. Yes my friends, this is not a tale with a happy ending – not for me anyway.
The next few days results in a couple of steamy sexting sessions. This is totally new to me, my ex never liked anything like this – he didn’t trust it – but clearly Jason is a pro. My hesitation in responding (whilst I am trying to think of something sassy and sexy, and writhing around in excitement that someone is saying these kinds of things to me) tells him that I am either inexperienced or uncomfortable with how far he has gone and he is respectful of that and apologises. But what is to come tells me why women lose interest after those vital 2 weeks.
Every day until he goes on holiday, every day, he wants to know what I am wearing. What knickers am I wearing. Have I dropped something I need to bend over an pick up. Every. Day. At one point (before this got horrendously tedious) I asked him out for a drink. I figured he would know that if he wanted any of this to become a reality he would actually have to meet with me in person, buy me a drink, see if the chat in real life is there. No. He skirts around and goes back to the same old broken record.
What is it like to date the guy all the girls wanted at school. Well I wouldn’t know, because you can’t date him, you can only be his fantasy and material for his personal time. Still, it would have been sweet to have that tick on the list.
*This is not my real surname by the way, I do enjoy some anonymity