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Okay, so this is a story from nearly a decade ago. Iâve completely moved on from itâIâm genuinely okay now, and it doesnât haunt me or anything. But after reading the posts in reddit about wild and toxic dating situations, I started reflecting on this experience. It made me wonder: *Was I the one who was in the wrong?* Or was my reaction back then justified? Iâd love to hear your objective thoughts on this because honestly, I canât stop thinking about it now.
Hereâs what happened.
Iâve always been a straightforward person when it comes to dating. Iâm all in, no games. Iâm not someone who dates multiple people at the same timeâI give my undivided attention, and I expect the same in return. That doesnât mean I demand instant exclusivity, but at the very least, I want mutual respect and effort. If things donât work out, no hard feelings. But while weâre figuring things out, I want to feel like weâre both genuinely invested.
Enter James.
Back then, James was charming, athletic, and charismaticâthe kind of guy who could turn heads just by walking into a room. Weâd been seeing each other for a little while, and things seemed to be going well. One evening, he invited me over to his flat to cook together. Iâm naturally introverted and a little shy around new people, but I was excited to spend time with him.
James lived with three other people, one of whom was a girlâletâs call her Sophia. She was beautiful, confident, and effortlessly social. At the time, I didnât feel insecure about her. She seemed cool, and I wasnât paying her much attention.
When I arrived, Sophia and her date were hanging out in the kitchen, laughing and chatting. James and I waited in the living room for them to finish up so we could start cooking. After a bit, I suggested we just head in and get started. James agreed, so we joined them in the kitchen.
Thatâs when things started feeling⌠off.
Sophiaâs date left to use the bathroom, leaving just the three of us in the kitchen. Almost immediately, James and Sophia started chatting like old friends. They were talking about fitnessâa shared interest of theirs since James is an athleteâand I stood there feeling more and more like a third wheel. Then Sophia said something that caught me completely off guard:
âYour body is sexy, James.â
She said it in a flirty way, and what stung even more was Jamesâs reaction. He smiled, thanked her, and kept the conversation flowing like it was no big deal. Meanwhile, I was standing there, cooking, feeling invisible and humiliated. He didnât even glance at me. It felt like I wasnât even in the room.
I didnât know how to react. Part of me wanted to call it out, but another part of me didnât want to make a scene. I decided to stay quiet and try to keep my composure. Sophiaâs date eventually came back, and she left the flat with him shortly after.
I thought maybe things would improve after she left, but they didnât. I was still feeling off, and James picked up on it. Instead of addressing it or asking what was wrong, he suddenly said he wasnât in the mood to hang out anymore. He drove me to the train station that night, leaving me feeling confused and hurt.
For the next three days, I didnât reach out. I needed time to process everything. Finally, I caved and texted him, asking if he was okay. His response crushed me:
âOh, Iâm good. Just watching a movie with Sophia.â
That text hit me like a ton of bricks. It felt like a slap in the face. I couldnât help but wonder if Iâd just been a pawn in some unspoken dynamic between James and Sophia. Were they flirting for sport? Was I just collateral damage?
Looking back now, I can confidently say Iâve moved on. This happened nearly a decade ago, and it doesnât weigh on me anymore. But after reading all these Reddit posts about peopleâs dating experiencesâsome of them absolutely wildâI started reflecting on this situation and wondering:
*Was I overreacting back then?*
Iâm not bitter about it. I donât lose sleep over it. But I do think back and question myself: Was I too sensitive? Was it normal for James to act that way? Or was it actually disrespectful, and my feelings were valid?
What do you guys think? Iâm looking for honest, objective opinions here. Am I just tripping? Or was there some legitimacy to my feelings?
Hereâs what happened.
Iâve always been a straightforward person when it comes to dating. Iâm all in, no games. Iâm not someone who dates multiple people at the same timeâI give my undivided attention, and I expect the same in return. That doesnât mean I demand instant exclusivity, but at the very least, I want mutual respect and effort. If things donât work out, no hard feelings. But while weâre figuring things out, I want to feel like weâre both genuinely invested.
Enter James.
Back then, James was charming, athletic, and charismaticâthe kind of guy who could turn heads just by walking into a room. Weâd been seeing each other for a little while, and things seemed to be going well. One evening, he invited me over to his flat to cook together. Iâm naturally introverted and a little shy around new people, but I was excited to spend time with him.
James lived with three other people, one of whom was a girlâletâs call her Sophia. She was beautiful, confident, and effortlessly social. At the time, I didnât feel insecure about her. She seemed cool, and I wasnât paying her much attention.
When I arrived, Sophia and her date were hanging out in the kitchen, laughing and chatting. James and I waited in the living room for them to finish up so we could start cooking. After a bit, I suggested we just head in and get started. James agreed, so we joined them in the kitchen.
Thatâs when things started feeling⌠off.
Sophiaâs date left to use the bathroom, leaving just the three of us in the kitchen. Almost immediately, James and Sophia started chatting like old friends. They were talking about fitnessâa shared interest of theirs since James is an athleteâand I stood there feeling more and more like a third wheel. Then Sophia said something that caught me completely off guard:
âYour body is sexy, James.â
She said it in a flirty way, and what stung even more was Jamesâs reaction. He smiled, thanked her, and kept the conversation flowing like it was no big deal. Meanwhile, I was standing there, cooking, feeling invisible and humiliated. He didnât even glance at me. It felt like I wasnât even in the room.
I didnât know how to react. Part of me wanted to call it out, but another part of me didnât want to make a scene. I decided to stay quiet and try to keep my composure. Sophiaâs date eventually came back, and she left the flat with him shortly after.
I thought maybe things would improve after she left, but they didnât. I was still feeling off, and James picked up on it. Instead of addressing it or asking what was wrong, he suddenly said he wasnât in the mood to hang out anymore. He drove me to the train station that night, leaving me feeling confused and hurt.
For the next three days, I didnât reach out. I needed time to process everything. Finally, I caved and texted him, asking if he was okay. His response crushed me:
âOh, Iâm good. Just watching a movie with Sophia.â
That text hit me like a ton of bricks. It felt like a slap in the face. I couldnât help but wonder if Iâd just been a pawn in some unspoken dynamic between James and Sophia. Were they flirting for sport? Was I just collateral damage?
Looking back now, I can confidently say Iâve moved on. This happened nearly a decade ago, and it doesnât weigh on me anymore. But after reading all these Reddit posts about peopleâs dating experiencesâsome of them absolutely wildâI started reflecting on this situation and wondering:
*Was I overreacting back then?*
Iâm not bitter about it. I donât lose sleep over it. But I do think back and question myself: Was I too sensitive? Was it normal for James to act that way? Or was it actually disrespectful, and my feelings were valid?
What do you guys think? Iâm looking for honest, objective opinions here. Am I just tripping? Or was there some legitimacy to my feelings?