I torpedoed myself on a date recently with a man I adore.
He was very romantic, kept talking about us and everything he liked about me ( everything) , held my hands across the table, reminded me of past times, I've been dreaming of this for months. I spent the whole day before the date in a panic as I knew he was planning some romance. I just didn't realise how full on.
I was so nervous I interrupted him, changed the subject, even when he dragged it back to how much he adored me) talked about my impending divorce, breast feeding ( no fucking idea how I even dragged that in) and generally made sure he thought I was a flake and he was making a big mistake:(
I just wasn't ready for it. He hasn't been in touch ( no shit Sherlock) except to say he will see me again soon and it was wonderful to see me and thank you for a lovely romantic evening. And yes, I've sent him a few texts trying to smooth things over to which he ignored, and have stopped now:(
I keep having flashbacks to what an idiot I was and I just feel like shit. The poor man laid himself out there and its exactly what I have been waiting for and I buggered it up. I am my own worst enemy.
And yes I did sleep with him and it was amazing and I told him so, plus I told him I loved him, wouldn't let him sleep ( fidgeted all night) and even when he told me how happy he was to be on my arms I couldn't stfu.
What is wrong with me? :(((
If he ever talks to me again I'll be lucky won't i?:(