Long one, sorry.
I know I have to dump him. Don't I?
Bloody OLD. Met lovely man, handsome, talks lot, sensible job aged 40, and the first few dates we've had have been 6-12 hours long talking and laughing and clicking like nobodies business. And kissing, very amazing. Thought I'd finally met the mythical (for me) man who it worked with physically and mentally. We were both so keen to see each other as soon as we left each other. He told his friends and colleagues who have tried to set him up the last four years that he'd met someone great etc
On the almost daily calls we'd have in-between he was a little different. A few misunderstandings, I'd be annoyed he'd say it was a joke, he'd misunderstand me and get all offended. He said he hated being misjudged, it made him angry. I used to have a temper too so this isn't necessarily a deal breaker for me.
Cut to night of finally sleeping together. We'd had a disagreement the night before over my good friendship with my dds dad and I was feeling a bit sensitive that we'd be calling it a day over this.
Went round and he was quite casual, lacking in interest to talk or kiss. Brushed off any attempts to talk. I asked tongue in cheek if he'd reassigned me to potential casual shag rather than romantic interest now? Wanting reassurance really. And understatement, he took it really badly. Said it was an attack on his character, he'd never do that and he couldn't possibly touch (or frankly look at me) for the rest of the night. It was like an Amish shun. Lay in bed together, his body clearly up for it but mentally he was just switched off!!
I drove home after some disappointing morning fumbles initiated by me and just thought, fuck this! I can't walk on eggshells waiting for him to sulk or shun me for a misunderstood innocent word. Can I?
And I got home to a totally normal, casual text from him and started to doubt my decision.
But, it's not me, is it?!