I went on a couple of dates with this guy named Nick. He seemed pretty cool. He’s punk, rents his own house and adopted this pitbull mix. Last Saturday I went to his house and hung out. While we were hanging out I realized he was a person that I couldn’t be serious about (mostly because I just got out of a serious relationship and anything serious doesn’t sound appealing).
Anyways, I just wanted to enjoy myself. So we both got a little drunk and had sex. Throughout the night he kept telling how much he liked me and wanted to be with me. I was just like “uhhhh, yeah, me too!” (not really). Sort of like I said whatever cause I just wanted to get in his pants. We had a pretty fun night. The next morning he had work so I was at his house until he got back. It was a little weird when he got back because he wasn’t as social. I assumed it was just because we both got a few hours of sleep. Moving on, after I left, he never called or texted me.
At that point I couldn’t understand my feelings. I didn’t want anything real with this person, yet I yearned his attention. After a few days I texted him and asked him if he still liked me. Mind you, this guy would text every day, all day. Nope, no response. Throughout the week he sent me a couple of texts saying he was busy and at work. I never responded back to those vague texts until today. I told him to have a nice a life.
I’m just so perplexed by my feelings. I’m not sure if I’m sad because I’ll miss the attention. Or if I’m sad because I trusted him to not be a douchebag asshole. He could have at least gave me an explanation. I told myself I wont date anyone again for awhile. Until I learn how to be myself. But after that situation I just find it hard to pick out the real ones, from the douchebags!