Okay, I don't really know how to get this started but here I go...
At first I'll explain the purpose of this webblog. I'm a 21 year old guy from the Netherlands (I'm half Spanish). I study Event Management at a university in Amsterdam and work as a sales manager in a small hotel in The Hague. My hobbies are dancing, fitness, traveling and drawing. I am bi-sexual, single and live on my own. Some people say I do to much, but I just enjoy being busy and I can't stand to sit at home doing nothing. My life is full and sometimes very complicated, that's why I put up this blog. I can't talk about all my problems with friend, relatives, colleagues or whatever. So the idea popped into my head to talk about it on the internet, let other people give there opinion on situations and maybe give some advice. Don't worry, I will also put positive things on this blog, I don't want you to get depressed.
So, that being said, let's start with the furst situation I can't handle on my own. Please comment!
Friends or not?
November last year I moved away for a half year to the north of the country to do an internship. It was a blast and I met a lot of interesting people and also made new friends. Unfortunately, my friends from the south thought I was neglecting them and well, we're not friends anymore. I was living my life and because of my job I often went to socialite parties. If you don't know what I mean I'll specify it for you ;). These party's are normally for high society people but lucky for me I often got invited as an introduce. It was nice to be among rich people, talking about fancy things, and to create a small network for my own. But I always remembered I am not one of them, I grew up in a small and poor family, always fighting to get certain things done. That made me sometimes a little bit insecure, and not always verry happy.
I met a verry special guy. He was on one of the parties and I got introduced to him by one of my friends. He's thirty years old, good looking and verry charming. He gave me his phone number and a few days later I sended him a text if he would like to have lunch with me. He called me right away and he picked me up in his big, expensive car. We drove to a fancy beachclub were whe had a great time. We talked about ourselves, he ownes a few company's. He told me he was gay and he had a boyfriend (yes, the good ones are always taken) but they had an open relationship. After this day a lot of good moments followed, we went to the cinema, out clubbing, had a lot of nice dinners and yes...we had sex sometimes. I even met his boyfriend, who would become my best friend later. But that's for another blog entry.
Although his rich lifestyle was verry different from mine, we got along verry well and I thought I never had a better friend than him. But these thought would change later. Our friendship was always under fire by his other friends. Well he says they're his friends, I know they're leechers...only inviting him to do something when they have nothing to do and expecting him to pay. But I never said this to him. His "friends" often tried to break us up, on verry sleezy ways. But he never listened to them and our friendship grew stronger.
Then a half year was over...I had to move back to the south and leave my new-found life behind to go back to school. I felt bad, especially to leave my best friend behind. He told me not the be unhappy about it, he would come and look me up. That's what he promissed me... I moved back to the south and we called every day, and sometimes I visited the north. But things were not the same, he was always busy, so I stayed in his house watching TV and waiting for him to close the office so we could do something fun. But a few times it happened that he would come back verry late and we only watched a DVD and fall in sleep. And in the morning he had to get up verry early to work. So I visited the north not that much anymore. I always had good contact with his boyfriend, but he told me things I wouldn't always like. For example, I just came back in the south from a bad weekend in the north...I had waited the entire evening and fell asleep on the couch, the next morning my best friend woke me up to have breakfast. He told me he had to a lot of administration and lost track of time. I told him it was okay, although I felt lonely all night. He went away to work and I went back home. His boyfriend called me and we had a nice conversation. He was out of the country for his work and told me al the thing he did. Then he asked me how my night out was.......I was surprised......so I asked what he was talking about. He told me that his boyfriend (so my best friend) went out the other night with a few friends... He heard that from one of them. I was feeling verry sad...he lied to me! He called me a few minutes later saying he wanted to come to the south next week. My sadness was instantly gone...and I was looking forward to it. Although he promised me a few times before he would visit me and always cancelled, I was hoping this time it would actually happen. But the next week came...he promissed he would come by this sunday so friday I sent him a text at what time he would visit me Sunday. I got no answer so I was affraid he forgot. I called him, and asked him the same question. He said would have to see on Sunday, because he had to do some things on the office. Well today is Sunday...I called him this morning, he told me he couldn't make it, he had too much to do in the office and he would call me later. It's 10PM now, but no phonecall yet.
So my question for you: What would you do in this situation?
Call him, confront him with the thing I heard about the other night, don't call him, ignore his phone call when he calls, look for a new best friend...?
I am curious what you would do. Please leave a comment!!!
