Long story short I had been “talking” to this guy and we had
gone on several dates, or what I like to call them “business meetings.” The
first date was right before Valentine’s Day and he had gotten me a xoxo heart
holding Teddy bear. This guy has a kid and is 5 years older than me. All signs
point to him wanting a serious relationship. He wasn’t pushy or assertive, but
he definitely wasn’t looking to be just friends. I, on the other hand, was a
nervous wreck. I wanted to take things slow – real slow.
(Let me send sweet apologies because this is actually not
going to be a short story)
Everything was going well, I’m a super busy girl so we weren’t
spending every minute, day, or week together so that was delightful for me. The
few dates we went on were nice and he would occasionally come by my house on
his way home from class. These moments were great. I guess you can say (because
he did and I almost panicked) we were dating. But then, when I wasn’t around
him, I was constantly thinking about him. I thought about kissing him, cuddling
on the couch watching movies with him, and even moving to the west coast and
marrying him (HAHA…ok). I also thought about everything else that build
relationships; We were two different people, we had two different lifestyles,
and we were in two different places in our lives.
Was I thinking too much into this budding relationship?
Should I have let it flow?
I don’t have a certain answer! On one hand I liked the guys –
he was sweet and really wanted to know me. On the other hand – his constant “turning
up” and immature behavior were major turn offs.
The relationship began to fizzle the day after we finally
made out (approximately 6 months after it began and two weeks before he wanted
to make it official – on his birthday, btw; he wanted to make it official on
his birthday.) It was in the parking lot of The Exchange right after I got off
of my library job. He asked me to meet
him at the basketball courts where he was with his friends and I finally said
yes (after saying no numerous time because EW WHY). It was there where I
realized, though a nice guy, all he talked about was drinking (which he
previously said he was giving up and lasted for about 3 weeks so you're super lame for not following through) and how happy he was for his son to be at grandma's in Montgomery, and using all
this profanity. I was over it but something kept me smiling. He was persistently
trying to kiss me and I kept denying him until it was time to go. I’m not going
to lie I liked the neck kisses and wasn’t embarrassed, after a while, that we
were in a parking lot.
After saying “goodnight” assertively like I was in some teenage Rom Com, I got in my
car and almost cried. This was not what I wanted and I immediately asked my
Date Doctor, Megan, how I break up with him.
The next day I lost my phone and was sure he would think I
didn’t like what happened there that night (the truth). I saw him two days
later at work and told him I had lost my phone. We were together for three
hours in the fitting room and it was nice. I WAS SO CONFUSED ON MY FEELINGS FOR
THIS GUY.
A little over a week later I got my phone and texted him and
let him know. In response he said “Kool lol” AND THAT WAS IT. WHAT. (Let me
just say that you’re damn near 25 stop using K instead of C for words)
After that, no “good morning beautiful texts” or nothing.
The flame fizzled.
I did attempt to text him another time about his birthday
and it was super dry. I didn’t respond to his last text (though I did get two
group texts from him inviting me to his birthday party this upcoming Saturday - which I'm not going to attend because I'm a special type of lady and will only go if I get a personal invite).
NOW WHAT?
I can’t stop thinking about this situation. Not so much him.
I do miss texting him but I don’t miss any romantic aspect this relationship
could have developed into.
WHAT AM I FEELING?
So yeah, I’m mad.
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