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I'm gay, I've always known, but nobody else knows. I'm also 27 and until recently, had never been intimate with anyone. Anyway, one day I finally decided it was time for me to experience new things as a gay man. I went on one of those trashy hook up sites and cast my line into the waters. Got a few "let's do it" messages here and there but I wanted something a little more meaningful.
Finally I got a message from a really cute guy who just wanted to chat. We chatted online, through texts and I even got up the nerve to call him. It was fantastic. I looked forward to hearing from him everyday. Not a single day went by without at least a dozen texts back and forth. It was great. In the interest of full disclosure, I do have to mention that he's 19 and a Freshmen in college about 20 miles away.
After days of talking, I asked him out. He was genuinely excited, we talked all day back and forth the day of our date. He kept saying how excited he was about meeting me. We met and went to dinner and had an amazing time. There were no awkward first date silences. It was perfect. I took him back to his car where we met and after talking for a few minutes I made my move. I was so nervous but I kissed him anyway. We kept kissing with such passion that I didn't want to move. Finally he asked me to come back to his place and watch a movie. We both knew what that meant, but it took me by surprise. Our date had gone great, but I guess I underestimated how well it went. We drove to the next town where he was going to school and talked and smiled the whole way. We had a great night, it was such a special connection that I could already feel myself feeling something for him, though I wasn't quite sure what it was. The next morning, as we were both half asleep, he even said he wanted me to meet his mom, which took me a little by surprise, but I thought was a good sign.
Fast forward a bit, we talked everyday, went to lunch a few days later, then I got sick so I couldn't see him for a few days but we still talked constantly. Then I got a text message from him on a Friday night saying that he had a crazy day and couldn't wait to hear from me. That was the last I heard from him for a week. I texted him, called him, emailed. The confusion turned into panic when I thought about what could have happened to him. I even started checking the obituaries everyday, praying I wouldn't find his name.
Finally a week later I get a text from him in the middle of the night. It said that he couldn't bear to keep quiet anymore, and that I was the first person in a long time who wouldn't hurt him and that I deserved better and that he was crying over what he did, but he just wanted me to move on and find someone better. We talked for a little while and he apologized over and over and said that he really wanted to see me but he couldn't forgive himself for what he did to me.
A few days later he came by my house and we talked about it. He said he was still interested in me. I said he hurt me but I forgave him and told him I just wanted to move on with him. He also told me that night that manic depression runs in his family and that he thought he had a little of it but he didn't want to take medication for it because it can really change a person. I guess that should have been a red flag.
The days went on and we talked on and off, but not with the same intensity that there once was.
Finally, last Wednesday I told him I wanted to see him before I left to go home for Christmas. He called me and said he wanted to see me too and again seemed really excited about it. We agreed on 7:30 at my house and then we'd go eat and rent a movie. He said more than once that he couldn't wait to see me. Well, he stood me up. No call, no text, nothing.
Again for the past week, I texted him and called him a few times just to see if he was ok and see if there was anything I could do. I finally saw the writing on the wall today and realized it wasn't going anywhere. He was online and I sent him a message asking him what happened. No response. I asked if any of the things he said were real. No response. Finally, I told him I just needed some closure so I could move on. He wrote, "I'm going to have to ask you to move on."
I felt relieved and broken at the same time. Relieved that I could finally let go and broken over what I thought could have been a great thing. So, now I'm sitting here typing, so confused about what happened, and one of the worst things is, I may never know what happened; what made him change his mind so quickly and without any emotion. I'll never know which of the things he said were real, and which were lies. So anyway, it pretty much sucks right now. Any advice to move on would be much appreciated.
Finally I got a message from a really cute guy who just wanted to chat. We chatted online, through texts and I even got up the nerve to call him. It was fantastic. I looked forward to hearing from him everyday. Not a single day went by without at least a dozen texts back and forth. It was great. In the interest of full disclosure, I do have to mention that he's 19 and a Freshmen in college about 20 miles away.
After days of talking, I asked him out. He was genuinely excited, we talked all day back and forth the day of our date. He kept saying how excited he was about meeting me. We met and went to dinner and had an amazing time. There were no awkward first date silences. It was perfect. I took him back to his car where we met and after talking for a few minutes I made my move. I was so nervous but I kissed him anyway. We kept kissing with such passion that I didn't want to move. Finally he asked me to come back to his place and watch a movie. We both knew what that meant, but it took me by surprise. Our date had gone great, but I guess I underestimated how well it went. We drove to the next town where he was going to school and talked and smiled the whole way. We had a great night, it was such a special connection that I could already feel myself feeling something for him, though I wasn't quite sure what it was. The next morning, as we were both half asleep, he even said he wanted me to meet his mom, which took me a little by surprise, but I thought was a good sign.
Fast forward a bit, we talked everyday, went to lunch a few days later, then I got sick so I couldn't see him for a few days but we still talked constantly. Then I got a text message from him on a Friday night saying that he had a crazy day and couldn't wait to hear from me. That was the last I heard from him for a week. I texted him, called him, emailed. The confusion turned into panic when I thought about what could have happened to him. I even started checking the obituaries everyday, praying I wouldn't find his name.
Finally a week later I get a text from him in the middle of the night. It said that he couldn't bear to keep quiet anymore, and that I was the first person in a long time who wouldn't hurt him and that I deserved better and that he was crying over what he did, but he just wanted me to move on and find someone better. We talked for a little while and he apologized over and over and said that he really wanted to see me but he couldn't forgive himself for what he did to me.
A few days later he came by my house and we talked about it. He said he was still interested in me. I said he hurt me but I forgave him and told him I just wanted to move on with him. He also told me that night that manic depression runs in his family and that he thought he had a little of it but he didn't want to take medication for it because it can really change a person. I guess that should have been a red flag.
The days went on and we talked on and off, but not with the same intensity that there once was.
Finally, last Wednesday I told him I wanted to see him before I left to go home for Christmas. He called me and said he wanted to see me too and again seemed really excited about it. We agreed on 7:30 at my house and then we'd go eat and rent a movie. He said more than once that he couldn't wait to see me. Well, he stood me up. No call, no text, nothing.
Again for the past week, I texted him and called him a few times just to see if he was ok and see if there was anything I could do. I finally saw the writing on the wall today and realized it wasn't going anywhere. He was online and I sent him a message asking him what happened. No response. I asked if any of the things he said were real. No response. Finally, I told him I just needed some closure so I could move on. He wrote, "I'm going to have to ask you to move on."
I felt relieved and broken at the same time. Relieved that I could finally let go and broken over what I thought could have been a great thing. So, now I'm sitting here typing, so confused about what happened, and one of the worst things is, I may never know what happened; what made him change his mind so quickly and without any emotion. I'll never know which of the things he said were real, and which were lies. So anyway, it pretty much sucks right now. Any advice to move on would be much appreciated.



















