As I've told you, I was trying to let things happen for a while, take my time and not see my bf (last week end). I was mad and you all remember why. I repeteadly told him I didn't feel like or wanted to see him.
He was invited at a party on Saturday and repetedly invited me there. I stood my ground and said "no", although I knew there were a few (let's say a lot) of girls I knew coming.
Little background: my bf likes flirting. He enjoys the attention. At parties, he hated to stay near me or spend a lot of time near me. We would ocassionally talk during them, but nothing more. At the last party we were at, there were this girl practically throwing herself at him. Well, he didn't do much to stop her, although I was there. It did bother me a lot, but then I hae scenes. So I was discrete, but did show her that he's taken (like occasioanlly kiss him, or hug him when I was on my way to talk to other people). She got tired of his little game and quit it.
I can't blame the girl. I mean she knew we were together, saw us coming together and yet didn't see me around him at all. Of course, in his defence I'll admit that I was surrounded by boys, but I was not flirting. I don't need to. I talked about photography, about school, about living in a foreign country... and the guys got it and respected that.
So.... apparenty, at the last party I didn't go (sorry, I do have a life and projects to turn in) there was this new girl he had talked to that he found nice and interesting. I told him to be carefull, knowing him. So at this party, her and her sister crushed in... Unexpected... ok. I talked to him on the phone that night, he told me about them being there... I was mean and I told him I still didn't feel like seeing him, but that I hope he would have a good time.
Ok, apparently there was a lot of drinking involved, he had been talking to her for a while and she asks him to accompany her downstairs - the ^party was at a friend's flat, in a block. Well, he accompanies her down (doesn't know why) they talk, he tells her that h's got a gf, and she tries to kiss him. He repeates her again that, they stay downstairs for 2 minuetes (while the rest of his friends were spying on the window) and then he goes back to the party. Realises he made a huge mistake, goes home and the next day tells me ALL about it.
The party was the Saturday before V. Day. I flip out, my pride is beyond hurt, so I leave him. He begs me for a chance to explain and tells me it was a mistake. He was drunk, talked to this girl, went out where she tried to kiss him.
So yeah, there you have it, my funny Valentine.
He sent me a bonsai, and we eventually met Monday and he was totally sorry and repelling. Insisted on "no big deal" thing. I was out of it, I mean I totally trusted him. So, yeahh....
I was so ashamed to tell you guys about this. Merika, I even tried to pm you, but didn't have the guts.
We met and talked, and talked and met. He seems to be genuinly sorry and realises I was right all the way. We talked about all the things that went wrong... I don't know. He seemed genuinly desperate about losing me, my trust... He tried really hard these days.
All I could think of was that Monday there was V. Day and next Monday is our 1 year anniversary... I'm puzzled, so I've decided to work work work on my school projects...
My bf asked me to tell you guys about this and ask for your adice. Merika, I told my bf about you

and that he didn't quite have an ally in you. He likes you anyway

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So feel free to say I'm the world's sucker for believing him...