My relationship with James

We met in ethics class, after anonymous had broke my heart for the third and final time. We argued in class, so I was upset when my friend Julia invited him on our (me, her, and Kim) girls' night out. He wasn't thrilled to see me either. But we got along great that night and became friends. I use the word friends lightly there because we were never just friends really. Our two or three weeks of friendship was a quick lead in to a relationship. We talked a lot on the phone and decided to hang out. We went to Spoons, then I invited him to come to church with me. I will never forget Jonathan telling me that James must like me, because a Southern Baptist would never otherwise set foot in a Catholic Church. I wasn't sure. I thought so, but I had some insecurities. To the girls at school, James was a cute, tall, almost blonde basketball player. He was not the type of guy I usually went out with. He was also two years younger than me. We were nuts about each other, I have to admit. Unfortunately, we wanted to take each other's clothes off, which can be a real problem for two Christians. No, we didn't have sex, but we weren't the best with boundaries. We were alone together far too much to not be tempted by each other. He got turned on every time we kissed, and if we kissed for too long, so did I. He was a great kisser (except the first kiss). I think we got engaged just because we wanted to take each other to bed. No, seriously, we thought we were in love. We were actually just infatuated. I've never since asked him if he still thinks he actually loved me back then. I know he mentioned that he finds it hard to look at me even now (hey, I can't help it if he still finds me attractive-but I don't want him back, and he's got a girlfriend). Things got terrible after a while, and I dumped him two months after we got engaged.