Background:
I graduated from Fitness and Health Promotion, I'm a CPT and I current work in a gym leading group fitness classes, doing fitness testing and the odd personal training here and there. The guy i the last blog, the co-worker that is potentially going over-seas for a 6 month term, I met him at college and now we work together.
This guy, Corey *I was going to use code names, but whatever...* he's not your average guy. He's jacked, and I think his culture has hugely affected the way he acts. I'm not even being racist, I promise, he is just very formal and constantly profession, and some take it as being cocky, and sometimes it totally is. He is the definition of keeping your work and personal life separate. Example: someone at work asks him what he's doing on a weekend, he'll say "I don't know but it'll be fun!" but he actually has a crazy weekend in London planned out...like, this guy aims to remain a mystery, and totally does.
Main Body:
Corey and I met in my first year, and I think drunkenly made out in a bar once (Yay bad decisions). That was that. We started working together, and he liked me, but it was an on-again off-again type of thing (He's kinda weird, keep that in mind). To save time, eventually him and I started seeing each other, but he would constantly refer to me as his girlfriend, even though I made it CRYSTAL clear that we are just "seeing" each other, NOT dating.
We hang out, and when it's him and I, everything is fine. He's not all that weird, and we can have any kind of conversation. One day, out of no where, he told me that he had applied for a job that's a 6-month contract to work over-seas, and he was telling me to sort of ask for approval. Of course, I'd let him apply. Things carry on between us..
Friday (the day after my birthday) he tells me that he got accepted to go to the 2-week training, which if he passes, he could go away within days. **Sidebar - this job that he applies for allows you to make TONNES of money and basically save it because there is nothing to spend it on over there**. Once he returns from over-sees, he wants to take his saved monies and apply for the police force, which is another 8 months of training.
Boys who move, right? He even said he would apply to police wherever i was living if it meant we could still be together. He even used the phrase "I could be with you forever". Bold. Anyways, we still hung out after him dropping the news, but it was clearly a bit different.
Today (this is what you've been waiting to hear), him and I drove to Tim Hortons and he asks me if I'm busy this week. I tell him what I've got planned...whatever right? This is how the rest of the conversation plays out.
Him: "I don't think we should hang out anymore.."
Lauren: (frustrated) "Uhhh....okay? It's up to you.."
Him: "Are we still seeing each other?"
Lauren: "What do you think?! You just said you don't want to hang out anymore, your putting us at nothing more then work acquaintances.."
Him: "Well...just so you know, I can't open up to you anymore, about personal stuff. You're on the outside now."
EXCUSE FRIGGIN ME?!?! So just a couple days ago he could "spend forever with him" and now I'm reduced to a co-worker? There is NOTHING to show for the patience I had with him, for all that I've put up with and looked passed? I go from being something he couldn't be without to something he can't be with. SCREEEEEW YOU. (Him..not you..)
Needless to say - this all happened before 8am and I've probably given him about 3 words since then...
I secretly hope, in a bitchy, bitchy way, that he goes for his training, but he doesn't get the job. Then he'll have done all that junk for absolutely nothing. SUCK ON THAT.
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