the Miml : part one

The Men In My LifeFrom the young boy in Elementary who used to step on my feet to get my attention, to the latest interest.... So not all men, but there’s no need to be pedantic.First there was V. V for very bad kisser, not for vendetta.I am quite certain it was a combination of alcohol, house party happiness, and my no fail sexy red top that charmed him.It was quite flattering, really, as I had never had any guys pay real attention to me before. I was one of those slow starters, although I do think I made up for it!That was the days when I still wore glasses, hardly wore makeup, didn’t really think about guys... I was sure I was imagining the fact that he was flirting with me until he offered to give me a shoulder massage (an entirely innocent one!).The house party ended at around 6 or 7am, with one very drunk friend telling us he loved us, and V falling asleep beside me, holding my hand. It was very cute and sweet for the first five minutes, and then became dreadfully annoying as I got a cramp in my wrist. But he just wouldn’t let go. (What foreshadowing...)The next time we saw each other we chatted for ages and then randomly we were kissing. I had no clue what I was doing and tried to imitate him. After a short while I broke it off, embarrassed, and told him I had no idea what I was doing. He smiled and said I had done just fine.What a first kiss... outside of a bar in a quiet alleyway, with some of my friends nearby who saw it all. Not very romantic, but I was still excited about it.Anyway, typical summer fling: kissing, holding hands, taking walks, snogging, etc.Except for one thing. He was beginning to plan our future. To plan my return from London on completion of my degree, to plan us visiting each other, going on holidays... With mixed feelings, I left V behind for a month long holiday in Spain with my mother. Realizing how relieved and liberated I felt at being alone, there was only one thing I could do.Yes, I was a coward. I broke up with him by email. What’s worse, is I learned later on that he hadn’t had internet access and when I had texted him to tell him to check his email, and he made a mutual friend of ours check his email and read it aloud to him over the phone. Oops.I did meet up with him after I returned to Milan, before leaving for university.It was awkward.How do you tell a guy who keeps insisting that he doesn’t care if you have cheated on him, that that’s not why you want to break up with him? That it’s really him you don’t want?Poor V... as experienced as he pretended to be, I really was his first real girlfriend. Which is kind of sad, because I don’t even consider it a real relationship.I felt guilty about it all until I saw him again at New Years and he slobbered all over me. Yuck. Is 6 months not enough to get over a 3 week “relationship”?I felt a little friendly towards him until a couple months later I found out he had told our mutual friends that we had had sex (I am quite certain to the contrary).Ah well. It was my first try. I was bound to get it all wrong!