Yes, once, and regretted it. He was living in halls with my friend which is how we got to know one another. There were absolutely no sinister intentions; it was just a case of us happening to get on really well. We’d met several times and got on really well each time but, because he had a girlfriend, I was ignoring my feelings for him and treating it as a purely platonic relationship. Then one night we somehow ended up staying up all night talking, about anything and everything, and this naively made me feel that we had an intimate connection. From then on he would speak openly about how much he felt for me etc., even suggesting on several occasions that I move closer to him (I was looking to move away from my home town anyway) He somehow managed to persuade me that he would be splitting up with his girlfriend soon, after they had been on a holiday that they already had booked, because things had deteriorated between them. This totally should have rung alarm bells but I guess it was a case of ignorance is bliss! :/ Anyway, I told him and myself that I would not have any sort of intimate physical contact with him until he had called it off completely with her, but due to alcohol and rubbish willpower I’m ashamed to say I did break this rule a couple of times Of course, soon enough I realised what an idiot I was being and broke all contact with him. It was a horrible stage in my life though because I genuinely thought that there was something significant between us. I know it’s easily said and may sound like excuses but he manipulated me, told me what he knew I wanted to hear so that he could have the best of both worlds: a girlfriend for the companionship and a bit on the side to inflate his (already inflated) ego a bit more.
Funnily enough I happened to see him for the first time since everything had ended, which had been about 1.5 years (we live in different cities), a little while ago and did not feel any sort of connection with him, he is really not my kind of person – not now, anyway. Tbh I just felt disgusted by him, and wanted to get away from him. Just goes to show how much you can get swept up in what at the time feels like everything but in reality is actually nothing.
I never would have thought that sort of behaviour was acceptable before I got caught up in it, and I don’t now. I’ve never cheated on anyone but I realise that being the other party isn’t really much better. I don’t think there’s anything I feel more ashamed about than this. Just glad I’m not a desperate, immature, naïve little girl anymore.