Vixen, I really feel for you. Despite the walls we build from the start when we meet somebody new and attempts to curb the almost childish proclamations of 'you're the best thing EVER!' we hear from them, hope does creep in and we almost dare imagine something good could come to us. After all we deserve to be happy, right?
It's SO hard to shrug our shoulders in such moments of disappointment but I really do believe 'what will be will be'.
I'm not too good at bumbling along and taking things as they come relationship-wise. I need some clarity; maybe a little too much so? The new man and I (this is a week after a wonderful second date; lunch, coffees, lots of in-depth conversations, hugging and kissing) messaged each other yesterday morning. We do not have the same texting manner. His are always sweet, short and emoji-laden whereas I like a little bit of depth from time to time. I sent him a message saying I sensed he considered me as just a friend and that if that was the case I was absolutely ok with it. I wrote that for several reasons; there doesn't seem to be a jot of evolution between us nor talk of when we might see each other next, plus the fact he is probably still chatting with other women... He wrote back instantly 'More than a friend. Really!!' with a few heartening emojis and then added 'I'm being cautious' with more emojis. I wrote back a while later thanking him for his messages but asking if he could clarify what he meant about being cautious, adding that everything was ok and he wasn't to worry . That was yesterday morning and I haven't heard back from him since.
He's told me several times how afraid he is after past relationships and he even compared dating to a struggle or fight once. And so I'm shrugging my shoulders now and thinking first, what a shame it is that we are all so affected by our past relationships that we're afraid to open up and second, that I can be hugely patient but I need to feel there's some kind of momentum in a new relationship and for that to be both people need to want it. This man, however lovely he seems, doesn't want it (with me).