Fifty Shades of Greek

Firstly, you may want to read part one before reading part two (not that I knew there would even be a part two).

I’m not quite sure how I found myself back in the arms of The Greek recently.   I could blame Fifty Shades of Grey; I was in full throes of my love affair with Christian Grey at the time of texting him, who knows, but there I was texting The Greek to join me at my friend’s party.  A few of my best friends were in attendance and are a force to be reckoned with and had never actually met the man who I had liaised with on and off for the last 4 years.  These are some of the true friends in my life that I rely on in the absence of a significant other,  the ones who give their most honest opinion.  The Greek hasn’t always got the greatest PR from me  but here they were welcoming him with open arms and finding him charming and polite. They spent the rest of the night looking at me in disbelief that this was really the man they had heard about in previous years!  One even told me off and refused from then on never to call him The Greek again but by his real name (which of course was a huge surprise to them, a real Sex and the City ‘Big’ moment apparently).

I don’t know if it was the love in the room for him and the approval from my biggest  supporters and critics but I felt genuinely pleased to have him there.  It had been a year since we had proper contact – the last time we met we hadn’t been on good terms – I was resentful that we had taken the friends with benefits situation too far – I had been seeing him on and off for so long yet we had never even had a date.  I felt I wanted more but I didn’t know what and he just seemed as equally cross with me.   My BFF said that we’d not laid down any boundaries and now we were both feeling bitter about it;  last year he did ask me out to dinner but by that point I was past caring and couldn’t bring myself to say yes and in turn offended him with my blunt no,  by which time we could never get it right so we gave up.

This time I thought it would be different – I didn’t know how I felt about him I just knew that I was very happy to see him, the familiarity and the trust I had in him flooded over me and that was enough to find myself in the friends with benefits situation all over again (that and a big helping of lust of course).

Except on this occasion we organised another meeting straight away,  and though it wasnt a date, it felt a bit different mainly because we had seen each other quickly so soon after our little reunion, we had even been texting whilst I was on holiday (on a Greek island of course).  A few days later though I was back in familiar territory;  he had barely been in touch, wasn’t overly affectionate and didn’t seem in a hurry to arrange meeting number 3 and despite my hints we had no proper date organised.  My BFF once again despaired at me – explaining to me that if I didn’t know how I felt how would he?  I knew she was right but but how could I know what I wanted from a man who hasn’t offered me anything except a cheese sandwich and amazing ‘friend benefits’.   I was in trouble – should I say something and risk opening up a can of worms I wouldn’t know what to do with or just shut down on him again?

So, I opened up the can…

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  1. Kim
    August 29, 2012 / 8:39 pm

    And ?……………………..

  2. dottybelle
    August 29, 2012 / 9:17 pm

    Don’t leave us hanging! Can’t wait to hear what happened next…

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