Seven I actually met when I was 18 and had just moved down to go to college. He asked me out on a date and it was the most surreal date I've ever been on. We went to a concert in the park, then we went for ice cream and talked for hours. He was sweet, cute, but there was no real spark at that time. We stayed friends over the years he had been going to school up north for a while when he moved back home he came into where I worked and we started talking again. He would come in a few times a week, he actually worked across the street from me and so I would see him often. We flirted every time we saw each other but he wouldn't ever ask me out and I wasn't about to be the first one. So we kept flirting.....for months.....just flirting. It was just about old when he finally one day asked me to go to a movie with him. It was a start I told myself. Yeah, it was the start of a 2 year merry-go-round with us. We 'hung out' a few times a week, doing everything from just talking, watching or going to a movie, listening to music, he tried to teach me how to skim board, but with my grace or lack of I guess it was a disaster. I actually ended up moving around the corner from him and we were basically in the same world we had most of the same friends, we attended the same church, we were basically dating without the title of boyfriend / girlfriend. One night he asked me to go to a movie with him so we did, then he went back to his house and got his guitar and a blanket, took me to the park, laid out the blanket and started playing me music. He played and sang some songs that he'd written, he played a few more known songs, then he asked me what my favorite song was. I said "jet plane" by John Denver. He didn't know that one, but he did know "you feel up my senses" so he played and sang that. Something happened to me while he was singing that song. He was looking at me with this look like I was the only girl he saw or wanted to see for the rest of his life. He had a way of doing that, making you feel like you were special and there was no where else in the world he wanted to be than right there with you. We ended up kissing for the first time that night and all I'm gonna say is WOW! So like I said it was a merry-go-round because Seven couldn't ever 'make the commitment' not even the marriage commitment, the whole relationship on any level was too much for him. I stayed patient, we kept 'hanging out' then one day he tells me that he's moving away. He feels that he can't make a living here doing what he loves and he has the opportunity to do it in another state. I was floored, surprised, devastated. I even asked him to not go. But he did. We stayed in touch I even went to visit him for a weekend. I stayed at his house, we went for a walk on the beach, held hands, went to an amusement park and had so much fun. We spent the weekend being 'together' like a couple. Then I went back home and he stayed there. Eventually he moved back and we picked up where we left off. Hanging, but not to be confused with dating. It had been two years and I was getting frustrated. I wanted a commitment, I wanted to be with Seven. I had convinced myself that I could love him and that we were meant to be together. I tried to talk to Seven a few times about our "status" and he would always just say that there is no reason to label it. He had a hard time making the commitment, but it didn't mean he didn't care about me and love being with me. He would tell me to relax and be patient, time would tell. He came with me to my home town with me to attend my High School reunion, he spent the weekend at my parents house with me and charmed the pants off everyone. My whole family was rooting for us. So my family was having this big new years eve party and I had asked Seven to come to it with me. He agreed and we had it all planned until 2 days before he tells me that he can't come because he's going to work that night instead. I was furious. He told me to just come with him so we could still spend New Years together, but I wasn't about to let him off the hook. I mean, we weren't a 'couple' but that was only the title, everything else about our relationship screamed that we were. So I let my stubborn pride get in the way and I didn't go be with him that night. BIG BIG BIG mistake. He met and fell instantly for another girl. He started becoming distant from me and wasn't available to hang out much anymore. Two months later he comes to my house, watches the movie The Notebook with me, then proceeds to tell me that he is in love. He's never felt this way about anyone...ever and he wants to try and make a relationship with her work. 3 months later he was engaged to be married, 2 months later married. Commitment phobic my ass!
What I thank him for is setting the standard for being romanced. Say what you will but a guy that will lay a blanket down, play his guitar and sing "you feel up my senses" is a romantic. I tried so hard to hate Seven after he went to be with her, but I couldn't. He never promised me forever, he never even called me his girlfriend. All I was was a friend that he kissed every once in a while. So I couldn't hate him.
LESSON LEARNED: When a guy strings you along for over 6 months. RUN....RUN....RUN. When he does it for 2 years... well that just stupid on your part. When a guy tells you he's afraid of commitment he only means that he's afraid of a commitment with you.