I've had a very up and down weekend.
Lovely Saturday lunch non-date with guy I met on OD site but have just become friends with instead.
Not great date with lovely, charming Wednesday Lunch man from last week who made some rather explicit declarations of things he'd like to do to me in an attempt to persuade me to take him home with me after I'd said no. He then accused me of being "very stubborn". Um, no.
And a lovely date with Italian Man yesterday. In many ways it was just perfect. Lots of lovely emails last night when he told me he hadn't felt the way he had done with me for a long time, and lots of other stuff including saying that he was going to cancel the other date he had planned next week.
Today he emailed and said he wasn't going to cancel the other date after all. It's not until next Saturday which means a whole week of flirty emails/texts with her too and not like it's tomorrow and he just didn't want to let someone down at the last minute.
So I told him I'd had a lovely time yesterday but that I wanted someone who thought I was special enough to not want to date other women too.
I know I've done the right thing, but I'm sitting in here crying now (probably not helped by the fact I've drunk a bottle of Magners too!) because I liked him. We had so much in common and it made sense when he said he liked me because we clearly ticked a lot of each other's boxes. And I really wanted to believe that someone liked me too.
Just feeling very, very sad now 