After lots of dating in my teens and 20s (in South America and the U.S) and a marriage of almost 9 years (recently divorced with a six year old son who is my life), I can honestly say that I could never get over this Polish girl I once met while going to school here in Atlanta, GA in 1995. We dated for around 3 months and, as weird as it sounds, again, I could just never ever get her out of my head since then.
As far as I'm concerned, we had a great time together 'till the day she left. We kept in touch, talked on the phone, sent pictures and letters to each other for about a month and a half. After that things just started to slow down until she just completely vanished. At first, sometimes when I called I get to talk to her brother who in broken English would tell me that she was either busy or just not home, but, of course we know how that one goes.
After that, about two to three months later we barely spoke, maybe 3 or 4 times, but she was very shallow and cold. I know it took me a while, but after a couple of talks I got the message.
Now, my problem, besides thinking that I was loosing the love of life, wasn't "what she did", but how she did it. I would tell her how and what I was feeling and even ask her if she thought we should just end it, a couple of times, but she would insist that everything was fine and that she was looking forward to come back. She said it would be a while 'till she finished school, but that she wanted us to continue to be together, therefore I didn't want to just give up as I really thought she was the one. However, again, that only lasted so long.
Another thing was that, I would hang out with a couple of her friends (Polish girls), who I met through her, every now and then. They would just call me and I'd come have a beer or dinner with them. I tried to never mention her or talk about her while I was with them as I was feeling like horse poop, but of course her name would pop up in the middle of a conversation and they would ask me questions of what I thought about her going back blah blah blah...
One day in one of those conversations I made a joke about going to Poland (Radom, I think her town was called) to visit. Man, they acted like they had just seen a pink lion come out of a washing machine. They looked at each like "World War III" was about to happen. I just never knew what happened. Maybe she had a boyfriend back home. Maybe, for some reason her parents got in the way or maybe she just didn't feel the same way ( though, I doubt that since the day she left, at the airport, she cried endlessly and promised she'd never forget me). Who knows?
Just wanted to share my experience here and, hopefully get some feedback. I just thought (and still think) she was the greatest girl I'd ever met. However, I was really disappointed at how she handled it. Also, I've read a couple other threads here and couldn't help but to noticed some kind of trend.
Anyway, now I'm 36 ( I was only 22 years back then). I can't really complain about anything in my life, so far, but I can honestly say that in all these years, i was never able to get over what I call "my Polish experience". Or as some friends of mine would like to call it "the alien abduction" lol
Just my 2 cents here.
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