This whole dating thing is all about swings and roundabouts.
One of my irons has annoyed me, again. There will be no third chances.
We first met in August. He was honest enough to tell me that he was afraid of getting into a serious relationship again mostly because when he was in love he could be anxious and even jealous. I took a step back in my head but we had some fab dates and we got on really well. (He's also really good looking which is not a primary criteria for me but it's pleasant.)
Messaging was sparse from him which got to me in Autumn. I sent him a very slightly probing question (nothing weird) to which I got absolutely no answer. I let it slip. Moved on. Two months later I sent him a message asking how he was and telling him I was a bit curious as to why he hadn't ever answered my message all those weeks ago. I immediately got an answer asking if I wanted to go out for a drink and a chat. From that moment communication was more regular, he instigated dates, took me out for lunch, dinner etc. We haven't slept together and I made it clear to him that if he couldn't envisage the possibility of a relationship I wasn't going to embark on a sexual relationship with him but I was happy enough being friends.
We saw each other January 1st; lunch and cinema. It was great. We see eye to eye on a lot of things and the attraction between us is very strong; there was plenty of kissing and cuddling in the cinema, even in the main streets of our city. We were really comfortable with each other. His parting words after our great date were 'I'm waiting for you to send me the next message. Perhaps you could invite me round for lunch at your place?' I promised I'd send him a message (he's instigated a lot of contact over the last weeks) I send him one a few days later letting him know I was thinking about him, he responds with an equally lovely one...and then for several days no contact at all. And I'm thinking to myself that I don't want to envisage sleeping with a man, however well we get on, if he doesn't want to be in contact from time to time during the week. Yesterday I sent him a message saying I was thinking about him, hoping he was ok and adding that I was a bit perplexed at the lack of contact between us; maybe something had happened since our last date?
No answer.
What a good job I'm not smitten. I'm not sad but I'm pissed off at his lightweight attitude. He's been very keen and patient and kind for weeks. I could have slept with him; we could have got on well but I'm SO glad I didn't. If he can go silent on me twice because I happen to ask him a slightly awkward question.
What do you think?