2 months ago today, I marched in Sydney’s Mardi Gras parade. 2 months, and 1 day ago I met a boy who I’d matched with on Tinder exactly 2 weeks prior.
The time leading up to the parade we spoke every day, we’d message, FaceTime, share details of our day and everything. He’d stay at my place all the time, we’d wake up together, I’d go to work, he’d go back to his place, and we’d repeat almost every day for the past 2 months.
He went to Thailand for 10 days for Songkran, again we’d talk every day, FaceTime etc even with the time difference.
Whilst he was away I’d booked a room in a 5 star hotel for us to spend the night in, however the timing was bad and conflicted with his shifts at work (he’s a nurse, and works fucked up hours) but he changed them. The date of the stay came, 4 days ago. We were having a good time, went and did what we would normally do on a Sunday, yet this time he drank too much. We got back to the hotel room, and he was sick. I was sitting on this massive bed, 1am, he walks out of the bathroom, gets dressed, packs his bag and leaves. I tried to talk to him, no reply.
The next morning, my alarm goes of 6.15am, I’ve had little sleep, I press the button to open the curtains, and watch the sun rise before heading down to the pool for a quick swim before breakfast. I message him.
3 hours later I get a message
“You are a nice and gentle person and I learned to like you more and love you.. but I think I'm not the right person for you with so much dramas and attitude”
“Im sorry for all those dramas”
“Thank you for time being with me. Thank you for the love and care that I felt from you”
“Goodbye Jarod”
Since that moment, I’ve been lost. What went wrong? The attitude and drama he was referring to is that of his own. Something that I had no issue with, I’ve my own attitude and shit too. He just decided that was it.
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