I met what seems to be the perfect guy. We talked for about almost a month before meeting. This is unheard of. It all started with a message to him on OKC. After a few back and forth messages on the the site he gave me his cell number so we could text each other. He looked forward to hearing from me. When I would text him he would immediate my text back. He would tell me if he was going to be busy and unavailable.
Soon we started talking on the phone every evening. The time would fly. We laughed a lot.
I learned he was with his parents up north recovering from major surgery. He had been out of work for a few months and would be back in Florida soon.
He told me over and over that we thought a lot alike.
I looked forward to the evenings.
He finally made it to back to Florida. I would see him the next day.
When I saw him in person for the first time all I could do was smile. We gave each other a quick hug. I couldn’t hug him as tight as I wanted since he was still very sore from the surgery. We drove to get something to eat. I would drive since he was not supposed to because of doctor’s orders. We chatted a little. He grabbed my hand and squeezed it tight. We looked at each other and smiled.
After lunch I drive him around since he was still fairly new to the area. He took my hand again in the car and this time I squeezed his. When we looked at each other I went in for a kiss. He kissed me back. As I drove, at each stop light he would kiss me or I would kiss him.
He asked me to take him home. He still had low energy because of the surgery. I totally understood. When we said goodbye we hugged each other for a minute or two and stole more kisses.
we would see other every day over the next few days. One evening we went down to the beach and walked along the boardwalk. We sat and talked for a while and people watched. It was nice. When he wanted to go back home he asked if we could go to Dunkin Donuts to get a large unsweet tea. This became a thing every time we would get together.
That night we got back to his place and he wanted to sit and talk in the car for a little bit. We parked. He said his place was still a mess with suitcases and clothes everywhere. He hadn’t felt like cleaning.
He ended up making out. And even playing around a little. He wanted me to go father but I told him it was too soon. We talked some more and then said good night.
He texted me later to say when we finally made love it would be so tender and loving. I told him yes it would. We had a connection.
The next day he tells me he is upset because his friend he moved with wants to move back north and he doesn’t want to. He said he feels like she is abandoning him. He talked and talked about this over the next few days. It started to bother me. His friend seemed more important to him than the potential with me. She is older than him. She can take care of herself, I wanted to say. But it really bothered him that she might leave him and move back.
The next time we saw each other things were different. It felt like he had pulled away. He said he was having second thoughts about staying in Florida. I didn’t have to say anything my face said it all and he saw that. He said the doctor didn’t want him coming back to Florida so soon either. That he wasn’t supposed to come back until the first week of January. He had come back a month and a half early.
A couple weeks after he was back he developed a staff infection and had to go back for a week for the doctor to look at his incisions and determine what to do. He gave him antibiotics and wanted him to stay there but he came back. He had left his dog with a friend and wanted to get back to him. He texted me while there saying he didn’t know what to do as the doctor was telling he should move back to get the best treatment. I told him I wanted to date him but he needed to do what is best for him. I cared for him and knew that I had to accept that he may move back. It was the best thing.
When he came back we would see each other again but things felt different. There was a space now. He knew I was sad without me saying it. He told me I had to understand that he was going thru a lot. I told him I did.
We would see each other more. He would go back for another checkup for a few days. I didn’t reach out to him. The uncertainty was hard. He texted me when he got back to Florida. I told him That I missed and that I had not felt this way around a guy in a long time. I asked him if we did indeed connect and he said yes. He told me that he still didn’t know what he was gonna do. That he was talking to his boss the following week. The next day he texted me to say he was had food poisoning. I was working. I wasn’t able to text back right away. I asked him if he needed anything. He asked if I could pickup and take him to the drug store. I said I could and told him when I could be there. I showed up at his place. Texted that I was there like always but he didn’t reply. I called him and it went to voicemail. Strange I thought and drove away. I pulled away after that. It was best. Let him have his space and if he decides to stay maybe he will text me again. It’s been a week and I have not heard from him. Part of me is okay with it and the other part is saddened. He pushed me away so easily. Was he upset with me? I didn’t try to find out.