We’ve known each other for ages. We’ve exchanged flirty messages for months. We finally met up a few weeks ago; right when I had hit rock bottom with guys and needed to inject some fun back into my life. The date was so easy, it felt natural and right. I went in knowing you were a fuck-boy; basically my ex – plus 10 years. I didn’t feel I was repeating history – it was evident this is who you are from the get-go. All I needed was a bit of fun.
I had no interest in being in a relationship with you. This was just going to be dating and hooking up. Our encounters happened on school nights; with frequent promises to get together at the weekend. Then you went M. I. A on me. The promises of a Saturday night were empty. Turns out, you’re one of those guys who feigns enthusiasm for an evening and then doesn’t show up.
When we did get together again (on a school-night, no less) you asked me what this was for me. Wow, the novelty and excitement of a guy showing interest! He’s cool just seeing each other once a week, but would love to see me more if I can fit him in – cute giggles and kisses here.
Then that was it. No message since. And as much as this is fine, because I had no interest in seeing you, we’re mates. And therefore, that makes this not okay.