Something felt too good to be true with SB. He was too sweet. However, I went with the flow because I was actually starting to feel better talking to him. Every morning when he woke up he would text me “Good morning beautiful.” It brought a smile to my face, especially when I started to believe him.
It took a while of talking, but we finally had free time at the same time and were able to meet. I wasn’t having the best day, and to be honest I wasn’t expecting much from the date. We were going to meet at my favorite coffee place, but he made some excuse about the parking lot being too small for his pick-up, so I agreed to meet him at a different coffee place down the road. I was too wired from a bad day at work so I didn’t have anything to drink.
We chatted for a few hours, even getting up to walk around the shops close by. My spirits started to lift, and believe it or not I started to feel tingly between the legs at the sext flirting comments we said back and forth. (Keep in mind I haven’t really had a sexy feeling for months, with the idea of sex and someone seeing my body repulsing me).
Too soon we had to go our separate ways. We hugged goodbye, a real bear hug. I loved it. He gave me a soft kiss on the cheek that made me melt even more. We made plans to meet the next night for dinner.
I felt like it was a good dinner. He took me to a chinese food place in town. I had to giggle when I saw my fortune cookie said “There’s a secret romance blooming! Go for it, in spite of your hesitation.” I found it quite funny, since there were a few things I was hesitant about with SB. However, the fortune cookie made me want to overlook them.
Unfortunately, after that dinner date, he didn’t chat as much. I started to get the feeling that he had lost interest. Part of me felt like it was no big deal, since I was used to people losing interest. Another part of me started to feel crushed, since as much as I was afraid to admit it, my sex drive was coming back. I started to believe him when he called me beautiful.
He went quiet for nearly a month, up until the other day. I wasn’t quite sure how to respond. He came up with a story about a family member passing away back home, that he left and didn’t take anything, including his phone, only just now getting back to my area of town,
Out of respect for someone that may have died, I want to believe him, but I also don’t see it. He told me when we met that there was nothing in his hometown, and that he was never going back. His stories just don’t add up. We shall see though. I probably will give him another chance, mostly because I don’t really have much else going for me, and he was a nice confidence boost. Here’s to hoping.