Most of you were here for my story, I imagine. I'm not big on relationships. I've had maybe three or four...in my life. All of them are kind of special to me when I remember them. Most of them ended because parents moved away or we were forced apart...etc... So none of them had the distinction of being "The Worst". I've had few people bug me to go out with them when I didn't want to and they continued to stalk me...but I wouldn't say they were relationships or exs.

Not too long ago after I had gotten used to life in a dorm. I met a girl with dark chocolate hair and kind of olive-tanned skin. I won't lie, even the way she looked was artful not to mention how she spoke, moved..ect... We usually just nodded to each other as we passed around campus. I then find out that she is working towards a degree in ecology which is not too different than my own degree. Pretty soon we were taking classes together and talking. I made a mention about going somewhere to get food and then coming back to study together and ala pretty soon it was high-class restaurants and movies. And we became steadily more friendly until we were officially 'together'.

Then over the summer she stayed at my house and it was like getting an injection of amazing into my life, really. I met her family and they seemed pretty taken with me and seemed like a nice pair of parents. I proposed to her near a fountain in Lexington square. She accepts. All of a sudden I'm a fiance...I'm engaged.

Then we have a major argument. She wants to see my parents. I beg, plead...kick and scream and every other emasculate form of protest. I had successfully kept her away from them and she seemed to think it was rude. Finally threatening me, I take her to my parents. They were icy as usual even though my girlfriend was perfect. She did everything letter perfect. My sister made a complete ass of herself and was horribly rude. My parents, who were furious about me not telling them I was engaged or even in a relationship, then had a private conversation with me about 'dumping' her which my sister quickly related to my girlfriend.

To fast-forward through tons of embarrassment and broken-heartedness. We separated.

I'm over it now, but it's still kind of a subject of complete confusion to me. I guess the lesson I've learned and put into practice since then is to never let it happen again.*ends Burn After Reading reference*

-Sin