That’s what he said. Well, I’ll be damned.
I met someone over a month ago. Our texting/messaging exchanges have been really nice. Our first date was really nice. The best first date I have had in a while. He was a real gentleman.
Our second date happened the following Friday at his house. I was leaving for a business trip to France for two weeks the following day. He made me dinner, we chatted, we shared a little smooch at the end of the night.
We stayed in touch the entire time I was gone. We face timed, we kept in touch via Messenger daily.
I got back on Friday and we made plans to see each other on Sunday. I needed a day to get over the jet lag.
I bought him a little gift from Monaco. He loved it. As we were preparing dinner, sparks flew, the inevitable happened. Chemistry was definitely there.
Later on we got back to making dinner. He cooked and I made dessert. We sat up and talked for hours. We talked a lot about his childhood, his regrets in life. I asked him at one point if he was happy. He said no. He has had a hard time of life, both parents are dead, has nobody really, but an old aunt in Egypt. He rambles around alone in his big house, filled with beautiful furniture. He talked about eventually going back to Egypt in about 5 years.
Well….what the hell. I’m not so sure I want to invest if that’s going to be the outcome. I didn’t say that out loud of course, but it sure when through my mind.
He seems to be searching for something. He talked of regrets. He was kind of morose. I asked him why he was in a rush to go back to a place where he was unhappy and most of his troubles seemed to stem from there. I suggested that until he realizes that his happiness will not necessarily come from there, he won’t be truly happy here in Canada.
I slept over. When we went to bed, he was…cold. Not much cuddling, did not snuggle at all during the night, and he was practically hanging off the side of his king sized bed.
This morning was…weird. When I think back on last night, it was a little weird too.
He got up before me and after I showered and got changed, I found him downstairs in the living room having a coffee.
Dude….you’ve got a woman in your bed….and you’re in the living room by yourself?
I said good morning and went over to give him a kiss…he gave me his cheek. He then asked if I was going to have a coffee with him prior to leaving. Uhm…geez, should I take that to go?
A couple days ago, he said he would be in a neighborhood closer to where I live (sort of) doing his practical test for his new motorcycle next Friday. He said it would be perfect for him to come to my place. I would do the cooking this time around.
When I brought it up this morning, he said ”I’ll let you know.”.
You’ll let me know? I just looked at him, said ”ok”.
Shortly after my coffee, I left. He did not ask me to text him when I got home like he has previously. No mention of seeing each other again. Nothing.
Ten minutes after I left his house, I got into a car accident. Some old fossil of a man slammed into the back of my car. I’m ok, the old dude is ok, but his car is a mess.
When I got back home I messaged my dude. I wrote ”guess who got into a car accident 10 minutes away from your house.” He hasn’t seen the message yet, but I am very curious to see if he responds when he does.
I have been replaying the yesterday over and over in my head. Searching for clues of what went wrong. Did I say or do something off putting? Did he just want sex and then see ya later alligator? (I don’t think so). Does he have mental health issues? Maybe. He mentioned he is highly OCD. I saw glimpses of it, but nothing too crazy.
I know what you’re going to say…I slept with him too soon. I would hate to think that’s it. We are both adults, have been talking every day for over a month. Surely it can’t be that.
You know what I find fascinating about this whole scenario. The entire time, I have been thinking it’s something I must have done. Why is that always my default reaction? Why am I always so ready to take the blame for everything? Let’s face it, that dude was cold. I like him, think he is handsome, a gentleman, but I know that I would be miserable with someone who is not cuddly and affectionate. I am also not getting any younger. I don’t have 5 years to invest in someone only to have them up and leave the country without me.
Time will tell, but I am not holding my breath. I doubt I will ever hear from him again.