David, my cousin at the time was one of the more attractive single guys among my circle of friends and other youths in my Georgian life. And so, along with a couple of more single good looking guys he went to dinner only to find out that discussion would somehow lead to moi.
Talking about certain single, young, attractive girls, out of nowhere Yaniv exclaimed that he met a beautiful, smart young Georgian girl a couple of months before that dinner. My cousin unaware of the fact, yet aware of his status figured that 31 year old Yaniv's loss could possibly be his own gain. And so, shortly after first the first time Yaniv spoke about me, David somehow managed to ask him for more details about me. Yaniv responded saying "I met a lovely, interesting beautiful girl at a dinner party a couple of months ago, however... Suddenly I realised she was still in high school. And so, her chances of being with me were very unlikely given my age. She goes to the American school and has a lovely younger sister" David, who couldn't believed his ears asked for the name of the mysterious girl as Yaniv replied "Daniela"
David shocked told Yaniv "Daniela" is his cousin and this was how Yaniv, a very- very handsome 31 year old man became my new potential husband.
A couple of days after the dinner Yaniv and I reconnected through "facebook"
One thing led to the other and countless amounts of emails have been exchanged. My mother loved him thinking that he could possibly be just as good as Henri except he would be living right next to me and so distance wouldn't be an issue.
Sooner than later, he asked for my number and we would speak to hours.
I was head over heels in love with myself for the most part and he was- NOT.
I was so confident about us. It was the "BIG REASON FROM ABOVE"
And though he was a very good guy he was not the man of my dreams. Shortly after we would speak came the whining. He would constantly fear that I would not be with him because he was 13 years older than me.
He liked me a lot, I knew he did. However- I thought that he was the one. I believed in it with all my heart and whenever he would tell me how he's dying to see me again, speak to me again, take me out to dinner, breakfast and lunch he really made me believe we're meant to be.
On our first date he took me to dinner at one of my most favorite spots in Tel Aviv. He complimented me, and by the end of the night, a little tipsy from my grapes cocktail I thought he was the one I'm going to marry. Continuous amounts of sms'. He would always tell me how much he misses me.
I would always play hard to get- so that I won't sound too in love.
But only now I realise how much trouble he really was.
He's been going through some tough times, and so having a 13 years younger girlfriend wasn't an easy task. I would constantly have to calm him down, tell him that it's not an issue for me. We would have to tell his friends I'm much older and about to finish my second year of college. He would never call me Daniela. But he called me "Dearest Sara". I think he figured Sara is more of a motherly, grown up name and though Sara was really my name I lost my "Daniela" and all the youth I possessed while being with him..
Yaniv, was very strict and it was hard for us to let go of our egos. The age difference scared him more than anything... And then came commitment.
He met with my father after our first date, right before our second. Yaniv told my father how he's very serious about "us" and how he could really see us forming a family some day. My dad didn't seem too convinced but he said he would give him a chance given that I really seemed to like him.
By the time of my graduation Yaniv was my biggest commitment yet. I already saw us getting married, moving to London for a couple of years, studying art history in college and being happy with the most good looking, smart guy I knew at the time. I wasn't bothered with the fact that he had too many issues at the time because I was willing to sacrifise it all of the well being of "us". He did turn me into Sara and I was willing to do anything given that I thought he was the one I was meant to marry. Of course, little did I know, that I didn't mean that much to him after all.
I guess it was easy for him to tell me I was his everything, that he would fight the world to be with me but what I didn't see coming was the mere fact that he wouldn't even come to my graduation ceremony so that no one would recognize him and ask questions about his 13 year old younger girlfriend.
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