I was optimistic. We had met in real life and I really thought we’d manage to meet up this summer. But you had plenty of excuses for why you couldn’t do this or that weekend. And now I haven’t heard from you in a week.
You were attractive and confident. You seduced me and I was sucked in. You made me believe you were keen for a second date. You asked what I wanted to do. I changed my plans to see you. By early evening, I hadn’t heard from you so I dropped you a text to confirm. By 8 o’clock – nothing. By 10 o’clock – still nothing. The next afternoon – no word.
Guys, if you’re not interested, please, please, PLEASE, just tell us. We can take it – I can take it. I am strong and resilient.
People deserve that other people be honest. It is not okay to leave someone guessing. Rather than ghosting me, just tell me you’re not interested.
I’m so bored of this shitty behaviour.
You disarmed me.
I wasn’t ready for your suave nature.
I wasn’t me.
I wasn’t not me, but I was a different version of me.
You have an aura about you.
And it’s drawing me in.
Do I wanna know, if this feeling flows both ways?
Yes, I do want to know. It’s killing me not knowing what’s inside your head. The messages you give off are so conflicting.
Sad to see you go, was sorta hoping that you’d stay…
We have so much fun when you stay. Please don’t leave.
I’m sorry to interrupt, it’s just that I’m constantly on the cusp of trying to kiss you…
I watch your mouth as you talk, I look at your eyes when you laugh and I remember kissing your lips and I want to do it again and again and again.
I dreamt about you nearly every night this week…
And I wake up and it feels so real.
There’s this tune I found that makes me think of you somehow and I play it on repeat…
So many songs make me think of you – we’ve had so many fun nights together and we always share music.
I don’t know if you feel the same as I do.
I do now. Not knowing was exhausting, so I carefully asked you about this girl you’ve started seeing. It turns out the feeling doesn’t flow both ways, but this hasn’t been crushing like I expected. The jealousy isn’t of her, it’s of you. She’s lovely and you’ll have a laugh together. I’m just annoyed you found a girl so easily whereas I’m here trying every tac under the sun to get a guy.
We met months ago at a party. Not through an app, not online, but through mutual friends. We chatted loads, you had witty things to say, I laughed a lot, my sister found you highly irritating. But I enjoyed your company. We spent a lot of the evening snogging.
Staying in London with my sister meant I couldn’t take you home – what a blessing in disguise! Since that party we have messaged every day, we’ve spoken on the phone a few times and we’ve tried to meet up. Sadly, we’re both very busy people and it’s been impossible to find a time to go for a drink. You seem as interested in a date as I do and you’ve said, ‘we’ll definitely find a time this summer to meet’.
God, I hope so. I don’t want this just to be a texting thing; what a waste of time that would be.
The fact you take 7 hours to reply isn’t helping us formulate a plan.
And I really don’t want to come across as pushy, but I’ll be out of the country soon for the rest of summer, then September will roll around.
We haven’t managed to meet and it’s been 2 months. Am I being realistic in my optimistic view that we’ll see each other soon?
Single Millennials have dug themselves a grave.
We’ve created a hook-up culture where, if we’re not willing to participate in a NSA (No-strings-attached) relationship, someone else will. We can have free sex whenever we want it. Women have fought, and continue to fight, for the right to be as sexually liberated as men and not be deemed a ‘slut’. In 2017, if our sex drive is through the roof, we can meet up with a friend or stranger who’ll satisfy us – we don’t need a relationship. Being such a women, I relish in the availability of sexual partners on offer.
Although the sex we’re having is the same, it plays out differently for men and women. Men are applauded for wracking up the numbers. Women are judged and shamed.
Continue reading “The hook-up culture that is 2017…”
Maybe I gave you the impression I was interested. Maybe I led you on?
But I don’t think I did.
I’m not sure why you thought I’d come back to you.
You came round with a mate in the evening (let’s do the ‘friends thing‘), but you came empty-handed and drank me out of house and home.
Then you came on to me. And I said a polite, yet firm, NO.
Then you were pissed off and you left.
Are you still annoyed?
Following on from the gallery text, Mr Threesome was seeming more genuine and I was feeling hopeful. I was looking forward to our art-y date and was being lulled into a false sense that this guy wanted a girlfriend rather than just a hook-up. On Thursday afternoon, he messaged to suggest we change plans as Central London would be very busy with Pride going on and how about we go for drinks in the evening or do something on the Sunday..?
At least he didn’t out-right cancel.
I had a better idea: he could come to Brighton for drinks on the beach in the sunshine.
What followed was a series of messages about how he couldn’t be arsed to make the hour-long journey because he works long hours and travels a lot in the week and it’s a bit of an effort for a first date.
I work long hours. I travel a lot. And yet you expect me to come to London?
Grovelling text after grovelling text. I completely ignored him and blocked his number.
I’m glad he was honest and I’m relieved I didn’t make the mistake of meeting him, but I’m quite surprised at his candour. Most guys would cancel last minute or not turn up, but Mr Threesome admitted he couldn’t be bothered to come to me.
Was he being cunning; expecting me to argue and then hope the date would be cancelled anyway?
Was he being big-headed and expecting me to chase after him just so I could meet this Adonis?
Either way, our date would have been a waste of time. I’m glad I noticed this early before wasting anymore time on someone who would inevitably be another Fuckboy.