Two weeks ago I met a great guy and was just dumped by him today. Our first date went really well, as did the following dates. I really felt I finally met someone who I liked, and who liked me back. I'm not exactly torn up over it as it was only short term, but I'm still feeling anxious and down over it. I really liked him.
Due to conflicting schedules we never really got a chance to spend too much time together, but every time we were together our dates went well and we left each other beaming ear to ear. I was working out of town for five days earlier this week in San Francisco and returned yesterday. He text me often while I was away, calling me babe, saying he was thinking about me, yada yada. I felt like I would be coming home to something good. Yesterday upon my arrival we met up for lunch and everything went well. He even went as far as to plan our day today with a movie and suggest we take a trip together to San Fran. After lunch we came back to my place and decided we were at a good point in our relationship and decided to have sex for the first time, and all seemed to go well, at least for me. The only time either of us came up for air was to tell each other how sexy we thought each other was. After he had to leave for work, and I was happy as ever.
This afternoon he called me with an off-tone in his voice asking to meet me for coffee. He said he was going through a rough patch. As soon as we met he hesitated and then told me he's breaking up with me. The "spark" isn't there on his end he said, but he still wants to hang out and be friends. I practically shot that down straight away. After asking him a few questions, he said he started feeling this way earlier last week. What I don't get was right up to yesterday he was making all these plans with me. Last night while he was at work we kept texting back and fourth how much we like each other. I don't understand why he seems to have lied to me for a week, or what changed in the course of 12 hours.
After the worst coffee I've had in a long time, I sent him a heart felt text message, to which he responded how much it hurts him to have hurt me and that all he wanted to do was hug me after he told me. I told him about the surprise flower delivery I had planned for him tomorrow, to which he responded I was breaking his heart. I know he's still at a crossroads with identifying his sexuality, and I think that is partly to blame. He assured me there's no one else.
I don't really know how to feel.
Due to conflicting schedules we never really got a chance to spend too much time together, but every time we were together our dates went well and we left each other beaming ear to ear. I was working out of town for five days earlier this week in San Francisco and returned yesterday. He text me often while I was away, calling me babe, saying he was thinking about me, yada yada. I felt like I would be coming home to something good. Yesterday upon my arrival we met up for lunch and everything went well. He even went as far as to plan our day today with a movie and suggest we take a trip together to San Fran. After lunch we came back to my place and decided we were at a good point in our relationship and decided to have sex for the first time, and all seemed to go well, at least for me. The only time either of us came up for air was to tell each other how sexy we thought each other was. After he had to leave for work, and I was happy as ever.
This afternoon he called me with an off-tone in his voice asking to meet me for coffee. He said he was going through a rough patch. As soon as we met he hesitated and then told me he's breaking up with me. The "spark" isn't there on his end he said, but he still wants to hang out and be friends. I practically shot that down straight away. After asking him a few questions, he said he started feeling this way earlier last week. What I don't get was right up to yesterday he was making all these plans with me. Last night while he was at work we kept texting back and fourth how much we like each other. I don't understand why he seems to have lied to me for a week, or what changed in the course of 12 hours.
After the worst coffee I've had in a long time, I sent him a heart felt text message, to which he responded how much it hurts him to have hurt me and that all he wanted to do was hug me after he told me. I told him about the surprise flower delivery I had planned for him tomorrow, to which he responded I was breaking his heart. I know he's still at a crossroads with identifying his sexuality, and I think that is partly to blame. He assured me there's no one else.
I don't really know how to feel.