I replied and began explaining my situation. Although I knew I needed to tell him why I was requesting his help, I was more so curious about his Dutch dairy and his story. We text a good amount that night, but because of the time difference our schedules tended to conflict. At the time of J-Dawg's first texting me, I had zero interest in boys and had just made the decision to only focus on graduation and finding a job. I was currently seeing S, a guy that I had gotten back together with after a very messy, awful relationship and breakup (Please don't ask why, I have no good reason nor excuses). But I knew I'd need to cut all ties with S, because I just couldn't see a relationship with him outside of college.
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Doesn't seem like too difficult of a request, right? Wrong. No matter how hard they tried, each boyfriend I dated was lacking some crucial attributes, whether it be ambition, warmth, or an understanding of the importance of agriculture. In both relationships with Butthead and S, I stayed as long as I could, but still always had a foot out the door, thinking "there's gotta be something more, gotta be more than this, I need a little less hard time, I need a little more bliss" (which wasn't fair to them). I probably wasn't EXACTLY what they wanted either, so the fact that neither of those relationships worked out was probably a blessing for us all.
Each night, I continued talking to J-Dawg about my Dutch lessons and he helped me with my homework. The most fun part was sending him text messages in Dutch, and trying not to make any mistakes. He was also aware I was seeing S, and our talks remained completely platonic. We covered topics anywhere from the government and regulations in the Netherlands, to Charlie Sheen, to eating veal, to leadership skills, and everything in between. Although I didn't know too much about Sir Dutchman at this point, I knew he was very easy to talk to, and I realized I may have found a lifelong friend...
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