Oh god this is bringing back bad memories.
I knew a guy for a few years but not very well through my cousin. I always thought he was handsome, funny, very clever but had never really spent much time with him or paid him much attention. I also knew he was a bit of a womaniser and had a reputation for never staying with anyone longer than a couple of nights.
Fast forward five years and we got together on a night out. It was a bit of a wild night out, loads of us, there was lots of chemistry and we ended up back in his house having loads of sex. The next morning I hung about for a bit, chatting etc then headed off. I was disappointed he didn't ask for my number but that's the risk you take when you leap into bed; you have to be prepared for it to be a ons.
Later on that week his name appeared in my work email inbox of all places. It was long, well written and very very funny. He explained briefly why he hadn't asked for my number, said he regretted it immediately and if it's not too late would I be interested in going out on a proper date. I said yes, we met up and it was magical, utterly magical. His conversation was so funny and fast-paced and challenging and quick-witted.
Then... I honestly don't know what happened. He went from never committing to anyone to going in 100% with me within a few weeks He couldn't get enough of me. Every word form my lips seemed to delight him. He never disagreed with me. He suffocated me with compliments, physical affection, relentless declarations of love. He couldn't keep his hands off me ever. He wouldn't speak to anyone else in the room. He gazed at me like a lovestruck puppy and never left my side.
He made my skin crawl. I asked him to stop, give me space, please be himself, pay attention to his friendships etc. No. I had to dump him because that attractive, intelligent, confident man had disappeared.