Hung up on DC

My heart fucking hurts. A feeling of rejection coupled with the most intense physical and emotional connection I've had in over a decade, makes zero sense to me.

Almost three weeks of waking up to his texts, looking forward to waking up to him in person, the sex is pretty good but the kissing is amazing. He's thoughtful but...shallow or dense? Doesn't open my door, but pays for dinner. Talks to me in the dirtiest way ever, but won't take me to bed. DTF, but can't keep it up. A dork that can't dress, do his hair, and has a weird laugh and smile. Why the fuck am I hung up on him and crawling into the fetal position?

Literally soul crushing loneliness after that level of connection. “If we fall in love”, “Move to DC”, ” I’m in trouble” , “We’re in trouble” Kissy face emoticons, “You’re so fucking cute/hot” “You’re out of my league” ALL of the dirty talk and texts...I'm convinced that there's something up with him, because this is beyond confusing.

#single #singleinoakland