Mr. Could-It-Be is just too sweet…emphasis on the too. I feel a bit smothered. Plus, I am really not attracted to him; he’s just too skinny. He reminds me of a little kid. I decided to give it another shot though. He picked me up and brought me to his place so he could make me dinner. It was to be a French salmon dish. I was exhausted from a difficult work week. Juggling this many men is also exhausting. Lying about what I am doing that night to all these guys feels awful, but what else am I supposed to do? “I know you like me, and I would like you to spend more of your money on me, but I can’t tonight because I am going out with another dude.” That doesn’t sound like a great plan to me.
Mr. Could-It-Be was, of course, sweet all night. He informed me that he canceled his match.com account. I had no response. We made out for a while and then decided to go to bed. Our make out sessions are not very exciting. There’s no grabbing, no quickening of the pulse. I had to take his hand and put it on my boob, and then he didn’t seem to know what to do with it. I know he likes me and I like him as a person, as well, but there is just nothing there. I have to be attracted to my partner. While we cuddled as we fell asleep, I just kept thinking of how much I missed Mr. Never-Gonna-Happen. We haven’t really spoken in weeks and it hurts my heart. When is he going to stop creeping into my thoughts?
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