The frat party promise

College years, what a time. You learn a lot of new things, both in your classes and out of them, and also meet a lot of people that you will probably remember and be friends with for a long time, maybe even after graduating. And you may also learn about serious dating for the first time in your life, because after all high school dating is basically pointless.
 
That is where this story begins. I was in college, a naive girl who spent most of her time studying. I did not have many friends, and my social circle was limited to my dorm partners. They were my friends during the long, harsh years of college. It all changed when one of my friends was invited to a frat party and decided to take us. I was reluctant to go at first, but gave in.
 
There I met a guy, one of the popular jocks, who resided in the frat house. He hosted the party. He was every girl’s dream on campus, athletic, handsome, and smart. I had only heard about him up until that point. When I walked into the party, I felt shy instantly, However, we crossed views more than once. He seemed to be interested in me, but he was constantly surrounded by people so it was hard for him to reach out to me. Of course, I knew he was bold enough to just come and talk.
 
I spent the majority of the party by myself, drinking soft drinks and watching the people dance over each other. Later, when everybody was drunk and tired, I stood still bushy tailed. The popular guy took the opportunity to talk to me, since he was sober as well. He took me to the back of the house and we started talking, it was amazing.
 
“What’s your name? I have never seen you around” his voice was sweet.
 
I gave him my name, then asked for his. We started to talk well into the morning, about everything. We were not drunk, but we were surprisingly open. Maybe it was the time. Before sunrise, we started to make out, and in the blink of an eye he had started to get me naked.
 
“Stop. I won’t be one of these girls you just take to bed in your crazy parties” I told him before he removed my bra, collecting my thoughts and standing away from him.
 
“I don’t want you to be that. But i’m craving you right now” he said with honest eyes.
 
“How can I be so sure?” I replied, covering my chest.
 
“Well, for one, I am not drunk” he said, then flashed a confident smile.
 
He was right. Suddenly, he became much more believable. I walked towards him and sat on his lap, and we began to kiss passionately. He took my bra off in a matter of seconds, then started to suck on my boob. He placed me gently on the bed, then started to undress slowly and sensually, teasing me. He stripped down to his boxers, then I sat on the edge of the bed and took them off to start sucking on his dick.
 
He held my hair while I sucked, I bobbed my head up and down in a slow motion while looking up to him every now and then, then he held my head and started to thrust into my mouth, making me deepthroat him. He pulled out, his cock fully salivated, and then laid on top of me, and started kissing me gently. He grabbed his cock and penetrated me in the blink of an eye, and started to sensually fuck me. I spread my legs over the bed to let him in, and rubbed my clit with my free hand.
 
He started to fuck me harder, and I did my best not to moan loudly, since I was so prude. After about 15 minutes, he pulled out and came over my abdomen, his load warm and big. He laid beside me and we started to kiss, then he handled me a towel to clean myself. The sun was rising now, and we went to sleep together.
 
The following morning everybody was spreading rumors, and eventually we gave into them and became an official couple. I was so popular now, being invited to so many parties, and guys even tried to hit on me! I was never super attractive, with average looks: green eyes, dull brown hair in a pixie cut, a thin frame and average boobs. However, now I was ms. popular.
 
That made the remainder of my college years be fantastic. Yes, we dated for a few years. After graduation, however, we separated because my family had to move to Germany because of a job my dad found, and there was opportunity for me there. We promised to keep in touch.
 
However, as soon as I moved away, our contact diminished a lot. Over time, we just stopped talking. I did miss him terribly, but I had gotten a job and was dating a new guy so I needed to move on. However, things changed when I had to move back to America. I never thought I would see him again, but I did.
 
We met in a cafe, he was with a friend. I approached him, and asked how he was. My hair was now dyed blonde, I was a little taller and my boobs had grown, and I also had a new style. He seemed confused as to who I was, and I tried to make him remember. After a lot of trial and error, he remembered.
 
“Listen, what we had is now a thing of the past” he said, as if nothing had even meant a thing. I did my best to not cry right there.
 
“We should continue on our way” he said before leaving the shop with his confused friend. He basically just shrugged me off.
 
And then, feelings I thought were gone came back. My heart shattered, and I felt like nothing. He really did forget about me in just a short 5 years span.

How is it possible that someone can care so little about you to the point they forget about you, even if you were big part of their life at one point?