I did a shameful thing at my brothers birthday party last night. I drunkenly broke down crying in the middle of the night club.
Yep, I’m THAT girl.
I broke down for a very simple reason and that’s because I felt rejected by someone.
The background to this is my brother has been trying to get me to date one of his closest friends. For months now he’s been telling me that I should ask him out but I’ve refused to do it.
Not because I don’t like him.
My reason (justification) for not asking him out is, if he was interested then he would ask me out on a date, right?
My brother is saying this guy is too shy to ask me out so it’s on me to make the first move.
What no one seems to understand is how much of an insecure fucking wreck I am.
Even the thought of asking someone out makes me want to vomit. The thought of them potentially saying no is enough to destroy me.
I know my brother is trying to help me but I don’t think he realises just how fragile I am. Or maybe he does which is why he wants me to be with his friend, who he says would NEVER ever hurt me.
Since the breakup from my abusive ex, my brother has been very protective over me and is determined to make sure that I’m never in a situation like that ever again.
He and his wife were the ones who – quite literally – picked up the pieces and help me rebuild my life.
Anyways, back to last night…
His friend was at the party, we were sat at a table discussing how old we are. His friend says he is a year older than me. I pointed out that always assumed he was younger, like a similar age to my brother.
When my brother heard this he started ranting at me, saying I should ask him out etc – it got a bit heated (we were all very drunk).
Anyways, I thought fine I’ll say something so I asked him if he knew my brother wanted us to be together and he was said yes.
I then, awkwardly, asked him, “so, uh…what do you think about this?”
The whole time we hadn’t made eye contact, so his eyes were to the ground and he said, “I don’t know…”
To me that was a very strong “no!” which tore me up.
I texted my brother and said, “he’s not interested, see I told you! Now leave me alone. I’m quite sad now actually, thanks!”
I left the group sitting at the table. I went to the bar, bought a strong overpriced cocktail, downed it and mixed in with the crowd in the middle of dance floor.
Tears started rolling down my face so I stayed buried in the crowds so no one could see me like like this.
I was worried about my eye liner running and causing embarrassment to my brother in front of his friends so I tried to pull myself together.
I was calming down when I felt a hand reach round my waist and there he was.
He asked me if I wanted another drink.
I said yes.
He kissed me.
I was stunned.
The rest of the night is a blur. Nights out with my brothers friends are always so much fun.
At one point I remember agreeing to go for a date with him in a fortnight.
I should feel excited but I instead I’m feeling like the only reason this happened is because I got upset and ran off.
I feel like the only reason he asked me out is because my brother has talked him into it.
This is all kinds of messed up.
This is going to hurt me. I know it is because I think I really like him.