OMFG
unbelieveable.
i read my last couple posts and i seriously want to laugh and cry simultaneously. and drop a bunch of f-bombs. and be furious.
and the best part, is NO ONE knows what to tell me.
here's the shortest version i can give
3 weeks ago - brian comes over to hang out, and briefly meets my parents for the first time (his choice by the way). everything goes well. parents like him, i like him, he likes them, it's all good. he takes me out for a date,talks about how WE should do all this stuff in the FUTURE...WE this and WE that. we come back and then i bring up the open ended question of "where do you see this relationship going?" he says he likes me very much but isn't sure if he's ready for a relationship yet. hasn't been in a relationship in about 2 years...he's scared, etc etc. i told him i didn't want him to feel like i was being pushy or make him feel uncomfortable. then he's like "yah i'd really like to take you out for your birthday." then he kisses me goodbye. part 2 of that is i come over to his house later in the week. we have a great time, he invites me to spend the night, i do. and it's really nice. as it always is.
2 weeks ago - brian calls/texts me like a bazillion times on my birthday. so thoughtful, makes sure that we are still on for wednesday to take me out for my birthday. he doesn't tell me where we're going, as it's a surprise....on wednesday he takes me to this really nice place, where i told him like 2 months ago i always wanted to go. how THOUGHTFUL AND AWESOME. we had a really enjoyable time.zero indication of something wrong. then he kissed me goodbye.
have not...heard....from him....since. called him 3 days later to make sure he was still alive....did not return call. texted 2 days later to say hi...he said hi , have a good week back...and that's it
zero...nada....nothing.
unbelieveable.
or maybe it is believeable. i brought up the whole relationship thing and he got freaked out. fine. then DON'T invite me over, DON'T call me on my birthday 10000 times, and DON'T take me out and buy me stuff!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and certainly DON'T f***ing kiss me. that most certainly sends me the wrong message...that oh i don't know...that you care?
i still have a bunch of his shit too that i need to return. not sure how that's going to work. i can't even look at it without being nauseous.
i want to throw my phone out the window. i check it every 5 effing minutes. i've had to leave it in my car during work. deleted his number, voicemails and texts out of my phone. it sucks.
but i KNOW he cares. and all of a sudden he doesn't? what...? i want to ask his roommate if she knows anything. but probably a bad idea
although people are consistent with their advice...DON"T CALL HIM. i must have the best self control in the universe. but i have to return his shit. ugh. maybe i'll just do a stealth drop off or something. someone suggested i burn it. appealing, but a bit psycho.
ahhhhh...i missed this, feeling like my heart was just totally bitch slapped. i finally take some risk, open myself up to to someone, and the minute i do...BANG. and people wonder why i'm so f***ing guarded. and bonus...ZERO closure.
and i really thought he was "it" too.....*sigh* everything just seemed to fit perfectly into place. and he had told me all the time how he felt how we met was fate, like it was meant to be. well if you think that way then WHY are you doing this!?!?
or maybe he really is just as scared as i am. or that's me being in denial...more likely .
consensus = i don't get it, my parents don't get it, my friends don't get it, my coworkers don't get it. at least it's unanimous.
any thoughts or kind suggestions would be helpful. thank you....
i read my last couple posts and i seriously want to laugh and cry simultaneously. and drop a bunch of f-bombs. and be furious.
and the best part, is NO ONE knows what to tell me.
here's the shortest version i can give
3 weeks ago - brian comes over to hang out, and briefly meets my parents for the first time (his choice by the way). everything goes well. parents like him, i like him, he likes them, it's all good. he takes me out for a date,talks about how WE should do all this stuff in the FUTURE...WE this and WE that. we come back and then i bring up the open ended question of "where do you see this relationship going?" he says he likes me very much but isn't sure if he's ready for a relationship yet. hasn't been in a relationship in about 2 years...he's scared, etc etc. i told him i didn't want him to feel like i was being pushy or make him feel uncomfortable. then he's like "yah i'd really like to take you out for your birthday." then he kisses me goodbye. part 2 of that is i come over to his house later in the week. we have a great time, he invites me to spend the night, i do. and it's really nice. as it always is.
2 weeks ago - brian calls/texts me like a bazillion times on my birthday. so thoughtful, makes sure that we are still on for wednesday to take me out for my birthday. he doesn't tell me where we're going, as it's a surprise....on wednesday he takes me to this really nice place, where i told him like 2 months ago i always wanted to go. how THOUGHTFUL AND AWESOME. we had a really enjoyable time.zero indication of something wrong. then he kissed me goodbye.
have not...heard....from him....since. called him 3 days later to make sure he was still alive....did not return call. texted 2 days later to say hi...he said hi , have a good week back...and that's it
zero...nada....nothing.
unbelieveable.
or maybe it is believeable. i brought up the whole relationship thing and he got freaked out. fine. then DON'T invite me over, DON'T call me on my birthday 10000 times, and DON'T take me out and buy me stuff!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and certainly DON'T f***ing kiss me. that most certainly sends me the wrong message...that oh i don't know...that you care?
i still have a bunch of his shit too that i need to return. not sure how that's going to work. i can't even look at it without being nauseous.
i want to throw my phone out the window. i check it every 5 effing minutes. i've had to leave it in my car during work. deleted his number, voicemails and texts out of my phone. it sucks.
but i KNOW he cares. and all of a sudden he doesn't? what...? i want to ask his roommate if she knows anything. but probably a bad idea
although people are consistent with their advice...DON"T CALL HIM. i must have the best self control in the universe. but i have to return his shit. ugh. maybe i'll just do a stealth drop off or something. someone suggested i burn it. appealing, but a bit psycho.
ahhhhh...i missed this, feeling like my heart was just totally bitch slapped. i finally take some risk, open myself up to to someone, and the minute i do...BANG. and people wonder why i'm so f***ing guarded. and bonus...ZERO closure.
and i really thought he was "it" too.....*sigh* everything just seemed to fit perfectly into place. and he had told me all the time how he felt how we met was fate, like it was meant to be. well if you think that way then WHY are you doing this!?!?
or maybe he really is just as scared as i am. or that's me being in denial...more likely .
consensus = i don't get it, my parents don't get it, my friends don't get it, my coworkers don't get it. at least it's unanimous.
any thoughts or kind suggestions would be helpful. thank you....