Ahm, so yeah that thing with that guy is more or less over.
He's nice, intelligent, understanding, funny, cuddly (which fits me perfectly), gentle and kisses well but... I ended it because he was just not my type to begin with and I had no feelings whatsoever for him.
Granted I couldn't let my hands off him when we were together and I enjoyed every second, but as I realised we were so perfect together that this would become a relationship like any moment now, I knew I didn't want him as a boyfriend because like no butterflies at all, no missing him when at home and so on.
Since we'd been extremely honest with each other from the get-go, I decided to tell him the truth to prevent hurting him even more as time goes on. He didn't throw me out, we actually spent the night together one last (?) time, but it is clear that his feelings and expectations for this were strong and I just cannot reciprocate them. He told me he could cope with me never returning, even cope with us meeting again. But I told him I don't want to live under pressure of falling in love when the chances of that happening seem very slim and for him it would just be painful to hope and wait and be disappointed in the end.
But... although I only met him for the first time about 10 days ago and we only met 4 times since, both of us have had the pleasure of getting to know a really wonderful person (at least that's what he told me and what I told him because it's more than true), and yes I admit, we would have made the perfect couple. But only on paper. And I can't not be true to myself any longer, it took me 20 years to gain confidence and independence of the mind and tho I'm still so deep in the process of finding myself and never knowing what I actually want, this experience has been a milestone in my self-discovery.
I've changed so incredibly much over this past year and last week was yet another rebirth.
(Oh, and most of my family know about my sexuality now.)
He's nice, intelligent, understanding, funny, cuddly (which fits me perfectly), gentle and kisses well but... I ended it because he was just not my type to begin with and I had no feelings whatsoever for him.
Granted I couldn't let my hands off him when we were together and I enjoyed every second, but as I realised we were so perfect together that this would become a relationship like any moment now, I knew I didn't want him as a boyfriend because like no butterflies at all, no missing him when at home and so on.
Since we'd been extremely honest with each other from the get-go, I decided to tell him the truth to prevent hurting him even more as time goes on. He didn't throw me out, we actually spent the night together one last (?) time, but it is clear that his feelings and expectations for this were strong and I just cannot reciprocate them. He told me he could cope with me never returning, even cope with us meeting again. But I told him I don't want to live under pressure of falling in love when the chances of that happening seem very slim and for him it would just be painful to hope and wait and be disappointed in the end.
But... although I only met him for the first time about 10 days ago and we only met 4 times since, both of us have had the pleasure of getting to know a really wonderful person (at least that's what he told me and what I told him because it's more than true), and yes I admit, we would have made the perfect couple. But only on paper. And I can't not be true to myself any longer, it took me 20 years to gain confidence and independence of the mind and tho I'm still so deep in the process of finding myself and never knowing what I actually want, this experience has been a milestone in my self-discovery.
I've changed so incredibly much over this past year and last week was yet another rebirth.
(Oh, and most of my family know about my sexuality now.)
will the hip replacement fix your problems?
