Last summer, my younger brother and I threw a kegger at our cottage. He invited some of his mates, and I invited mine.
Good times were had by all. I spent most of the two nights drinking with his friends.
One guy, in particular, caught my eye. Like most guys, I have a type. Physically speaking, he fit the bill. I don’t remember how we got started talking, but we got on famously. he’s twenty-three, I’m twenty-six.
We could both feel the instant connection. There was mutual attraction.
But…
he had a boyfriend, and I have a boyfriend.
Notice I say, “Had”? They broke up. Notice I said, “Have”? We’re still together. In love, in fact. For three years.
Anyway, a few months later and this boy was still on my mind. I probably shouldn’t have, but I nicked him contact info from my bro and we started talking over Messenger. Infrequently at first. Once in a blue moon, really.
Then, one weekend several months ago, he mentioned she was coming into town. I asked if she wanted to meet up at this bar my mates and I were going to be at.
he came alone.
We enjoyed ourselves. Talked more frequently over Messenger, and eventually went out for drinks several more times – just the two of us.
Now we speak several times a week over Messenger and on the phone, but our conversations are what I would describe as the kind two people engage in when they’re beginning a romantic relationship.
he tells me I’m “funny” and that I “make him laugh.” She explains that I “make him feel special.” Tells me I’m “not like most guys.”
There is an inextricable connection between us. It is impossible to deny. he is exactly my type. Even more so than my boyfriend.
And there’s the rub.
My boyfriend.
The man I’m deeply in love with, and have been for nearly three years. My companion. My lover. My best friend.
I adore him, and would never cheat on hi .
But, I’ve been unable to stop thinking about this other guy since we first met, nearly a year ago. Each time we get together it gets a little more intimate. I’m left even more wounded.
This weekend I’m going to be going down to his place for a house party. I’ll be spending the night.
I know I bring this upon myself, but I can’t help it. I feel drawn to this other guy. I should just cut all ties, but I can't.
What the fvck am I going to do?
Good times were had by all. I spent most of the two nights drinking with his friends.
One guy, in particular, caught my eye. Like most guys, I have a type. Physically speaking, he fit the bill. I don’t remember how we got started talking, but we got on famously. he’s twenty-three, I’m twenty-six.
We could both feel the instant connection. There was mutual attraction.
But…
he had a boyfriend, and I have a boyfriend.
Notice I say, “Had”? They broke up. Notice I said, “Have”? We’re still together. In love, in fact. For three years.
Anyway, a few months later and this boy was still on my mind. I probably shouldn’t have, but I nicked him contact info from my bro and we started talking over Messenger. Infrequently at first. Once in a blue moon, really.
Then, one weekend several months ago, he mentioned she was coming into town. I asked if she wanted to meet up at this bar my mates and I were going to be at.
he came alone.
We enjoyed ourselves. Talked more frequently over Messenger, and eventually went out for drinks several more times – just the two of us.
Now we speak several times a week over Messenger and on the phone, but our conversations are what I would describe as the kind two people engage in when they’re beginning a romantic relationship.
he tells me I’m “funny” and that I “make him laugh.” She explains that I “make him feel special.” Tells me I’m “not like most guys.”
There is an inextricable connection between us. It is impossible to deny. he is exactly my type. Even more so than my boyfriend.
And there’s the rub.
My boyfriend.
The man I’m deeply in love with, and have been for nearly three years. My companion. My lover. My best friend.
I adore him, and would never cheat on hi .
But, I’ve been unable to stop thinking about this other guy since we first met, nearly a year ago. Each time we get together it gets a little more intimate. I’m left even more wounded.
This weekend I’m going to be going down to his place for a house party. I’ll be spending the night.
I know I bring this upon myself, but I can’t help it. I feel drawn to this other guy. I should just cut all ties, but I can't.
What the fvck am I going to do?
brigden is a tool!!!
by Nolan March 3, 2005
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A beautiful soul, tries so hard to please all those around her without seeking to fulfill her own needs. All around friend and amazing companion with the personality of someone you just can't resist wanting to be around. Tempting blue eyes, long blonde hair, and looks to die for. A heart of gold and the ability to succeed in whatever she wants to take a shot at. THE ULTIMATE FEMALE!
Man: Hey! Check it out, isn't that Brigien the girl everyone wants to know?
Woman: Look here comes Brigien. I sure hope I look as good as she. Maybe she will want a friendly conversation with us.
Woman: Look here comes Brigien. I sure hope I look as good as she. Maybe she will want a friendly conversation with us.
by ♡lm&bm4eternity♡ December 19, 2016
Get the brigien mug.A Brinden is a loving caring boy. When he likes you, he loves you. You are his entire world and anyone is grateful to have him as a friend and/or boyfriend. He will love you and make sure you know it but if something happens and you hurt him you will never get that love again.
Aria:I like Brinden.
Bree:So do I.
Aria: You and him would be so cute. Just look at him.
Bree: Anyone would be lucky
Bree:So do I.
Aria: You and him would be so cute. Just look at him.
Bree: Anyone would be lucky
by Unforgettable angel March 14, 2017
Get the Brinden mug.A really mediocre rugby team, based in Bridgend (south wales), who are famous for having the attitude that each player in all their age groups is god's gift. It's this awful way of thinking, as you would know if you knew them, that makes them "a cut above" in their own minds. In the event that they do lose a game or they clearly don't live up to their own ridiculous expectations, they are keen to blame; the ref being bad, "not playing their normal starting side", injuries, weather and (my personal favorite) a biased ref - as if any of these are acceptable. Among the other local rugby teams (and rugby teams as far as cardiff or swansea), there is a commonly used phrase "Athed".
Being Athed is when somebody or some player spends to long around people or players who convince them that said player is the best thing since sliced bread. In short, almost a brainwashing affect which changes the said player's attitudes more like the typical Bridgend Athletic attitudes. The process of "Athing" as it were, doesnt have to be done by supporters/players of Bridgend Athletic. It can be done to ANYONE by ANY TEAM. The same principle could apply to any other sport just as well.
Being Athed is when somebody or some player spends to long around people or players who convince them that said player is the best thing since sliced bread. In short, almost a brainwashing affect which changes the said player's attitudes more like the typical Bridgend Athletic attitudes. The process of "Athing" as it were, doesnt have to be done by supporters/players of Bridgend Athletic. It can be done to ANYONE by ANY TEAM. The same principle could apply to any other sport just as well.
Guy1: Bridgend Athletic players all have their heads up their own asses and dont like it shoved up em in a physical game.
Guy2: AGREED!
*Athing or being Athed*
Person1: Bob's been spending allot of time with those guys from ________ R.F.C lately don't you think?
Person2: Yeah i know right! he was saying the other day about how much better he reckoned was than Dai and how easily _______ R.F.C would beat Dai's team!
Person1: Well everybody kind of knows that Dai is better than Bob, even though Bob is also a good player. Most people who say or think otherwise are looking through rose tinted spectacles on Bob's behalf. He was a nice enough guy who just got on with it before, but now he's been made to think more of himself, being convinced he is better than Dai.
Person2: It's not fair to blame him though those guys down at _______ R.F.C have been Athing him for ages.
Person1: Yeah, he's been totally Athed.
Guy2: AGREED!
*Athing or being Athed*
Person1: Bob's been spending allot of time with those guys from ________ R.F.C lately don't you think?
Person2: Yeah i know right! he was saying the other day about how much better he reckoned was than Dai and how easily _______ R.F.C would beat Dai's team!
Person1: Well everybody kind of knows that Dai is better than Bob, even though Bob is also a good player. Most people who say or think otherwise are looking through rose tinted spectacles on Bob's behalf. He was a nice enough guy who just got on with it before, but now he's been made to think more of himself, being convinced he is better than Dai.
Person2: It's not fair to blame him though those guys down at _______ R.F.C have been Athing him for ages.
Person1: Yeah, he's been totally Athed.
by doidsengfee June 26, 2012
Get the Bridgend Athletic mug.A town in South Wales, the centre of which is packed with drug dealers, addicts, gamblers, steroid monkeys, prostitutes, ex-convicts, sluts and thugs ranging from 14-40 year olds, a few shops, a couple of shit corrupt nightclubs and on a Friday or Saturday night a riot van and possibly an ambulance. If one were to venture in on a Friday, Saturday or Sunday you would likely see many marvellous sights, such as a vast number of fights, blood splatters and broken glass across most of the floor, a good few people in handcuffs and maybe even some bloke getting sucked off down an alley.
Then as you proceed out of the centre you have many neighbourhoods and a recreation centre filled with 'crews' who go round looking for fights with other 'crews' whilst drinking on the street, that is if they aren't off their faces on some illegal substance. These neighbourhoods often have loud house parties and boy racers driving in a hatchback with an exhaust the size of the moon, playing music through a subwoofer more expensive than the car itself.
As you proceed out again you have small pleasant villages where none of the trouble actually happens, as there are no pubs, clubs or parties within walking distance.
Then as you proceed out of the centre you have many neighbourhoods and a recreation centre filled with 'crews' who go round looking for fights with other 'crews' whilst drinking on the street, that is if they aren't off their faces on some illegal substance. These neighbourhoods often have loud house parties and boy racers driving in a hatchback with an exhaust the size of the moon, playing music through a subwoofer more expensive than the car itself.
As you proceed out again you have small pleasant villages where none of the trouble actually happens, as there are no pubs, clubs or parties within walking distance.
by Leeroy1984 December 14, 2010
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