Kevin, my AM #1, and I had been planning and fantasizing about meeting at a micro brewery, hugging, talking, touching and then finding somewhere to kiss. He had me so revved up! I was counting the hours until 7:30 pm when I could finally see him and touch him. This would be our third attempt at a meet. Third time the charm?
I had put off the first meeting, and he postponed our second try, so I was holding my breath, hoping that had been a fluke, but braced for a letdown.
I’m out again. Had my first full-fledged AM hook-up on Sunday and I can’t come to grips with it morally. I am hating myself now and don’t want to. You were right. This is something that should be avoided if there is an option. Thanks for being a friend and I’m sorry, but I can’t lead a double life.
So…. no meet. And he slammed the door in my face.
MAJOR GUILT KING.
And he was meeting someone else yesterday? He’s met EIGHT women and he won’t meet me? WTF?!
But I felt his pain. If it was the truth. I couldn’t resist writing back.
And then I cried. Again. What is it with this man? The others make me sad or angry or puzzled but this one? ARRRGH!