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So, my newest romantic/sexual interest has been an adventure.
We’ve hung out a grand total of two times and texted a quite a bit since meeting about three weeks ago. There was a few days I didn’t hear from him and it turned out, according to him, that his phone was being screwy, which makes sense because I used to have the same service that he does and it sucks. After that, we arranged to meet up again, but I had to reschedule due to job stuff, so we agreed to meet the following week. That got pushed back a day because the night of he had to work late.
We saw each other this past Tuesday (a week ago tomorrow). We had a wonderful evening at his place and talked about Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy, other books and movies, life, personal history, etc, and had sex. We agreed to go out the following (this past) Friday. He offered to fill up my gas tank if he couldn’t pick me up and said he would pay for the entire date and told me I could stay the night at his place. There were lots of forehead kisses and hand holding.
I didn’t hear from him until Friday morning when he responded to my message asking if we were still going out. He told me that he couldn’t because he’s in the process of moving back to Pennsylvania. I was distraught and asked if he could please call me. Haven’t heard a word since.
I know he’s read the messages and that he’s still in Louisiana (according to Tinder). When I call, it rings once or twice and then goes to voicemail, as apposed to the regular four+ rings.
I just want to know what’s going on. I know I’m not obligated to any information regarding his personal life. But I think I deserve being told if he wants me out of his life or not, because at this point, I honestly can’t tell.
Seriously considering going to his house Sunday when I’m in the area and straight up telling him, “I’m sorry if coming here makes me psycho. You don’t have to tell me what’s going on. I just need you to tell me if you want me to disappear. If you do, then you’ll never hear from me again.”
If I end up doing this, I want to look like fire and death. I want to be the sexiest and most beautiful, mystical, dangerous woman he’s ever seen. I want flame coloured hair and a new tattoo and deep red lipstick with flawless eyeliner so that when I walk away, he’s going to feel more conflicted than anything he’s ever experienced.
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