The No-Nickname Guy
We met on a dating website. After exchanging some very interesting e-mails back and forth, we decided to get together. What is funny is that now that time has passed, I can’t even remember why we had our first meeting at my apartment. That is something I have never done before. I always start out with a public date. It’s usually at Starbucks or a bar or something.
Well, we were watching something – it was a debate or a speech for the Presidental election, once again I am a little bit fuzzy on the details. All of a sudden he kissed me. My head began to spin. I felt this electric attraction towards him. He was a really good kisser. I admit it, we slept together. Yes, the first date. Yes someone I met the first time. I know I’ve made a lot of entries this year about the men that I have dated and slept with quickly, but he is truly the first guy I had actual “intercourse” with on the actual first date. In this blog, I usually hint toward sexual happenings- but I never come out and say it. If you must know the truth, I rarely have sex with them. It’s called Poetic License, something I am sure this man would not understand. But I am getting ahead of the story.
A couple of days go by, and we have seen each other and had amazing sex during each one of those days. He takes me to meet his friends, we have what I believe to be a great weekend together. All told, we have 5 GREAT days. Then, he asks me to be “exclusive” with him. It was really cute and sweet how he asked it. Then we had ONE day of being a “couple”. Midway through our date the next night, there is a shift in him. I sensed it shortly after dinner. I went to his place prepared to spend the night, but I announced I was ready to leave as soon as the movie was over. It just didn’t feel right. The connection was off.
The next morning he broke up with me. In an e-mail. During work hours. And that is not even the worst part. His e-mail and phone conversation afterwords completely contradicted everything he ever told me about his feelings for me. It’s been five weeks, and the best I can figure out about it is that he was using me to get laid and tried the good old “fake it till you make it” approach. He was saying all the right things, all the sweetest things, all the “you are the most sexy and cool and funny and sweet girl ever” things, hoping that if he said them enough, he could convince himself. Well, the sad thing is I really did like him. Part of what I liked about him was all the nice things he said about me, so I used to get him to say them a lot. I later found out he thought that was “needy”.
Another thing he complained about while breaking up with me was this blog. I’ll never fully understand why he had a problem with it. Yes, I tend to exaggerate a bit for my readers. It’s fun and harmless and just for effect. For example, I happened to type my end tagline “and the search continues” after I met him and it hurt his ego. I didn’t do it on purpose. Then plan was to lead up to the point I fell for him. But we never made it that far. I was really into him, just behind on my blog.
So why is he called the No-Nickname Guy? Because I have no idea who he was. I have no idea what was real that he said to me. I fell really hard for the man I thought he was, the man he was pretending to be. Who he is in real life, I will never know.
Dating is SO brutal.