BewilderedPerson
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Out of nowhere, I match with someone on Hinge last Wednesday. She wants me to ask her out for dinner and I ask to meet her for pizza this past Sunday, she agrees. We text all day last Wednesday until about midnight, then for a good while on Thursday.
I was supposed to cover an event for my job last Thursday, but it got rained out and postponed, so did everything other sporting event in the area. She asks to move the date up from Sunday to that night.
So, I pick her up and take her to a restaurant that’s minutes away and we have pizza and in my car, I give her a kiss, then she comes into me and we start kissing passionately and make out for the first time. We’re in the parking lot and I tell her we shouldn’t be doing this here, so we went behind closed doors and continued.
She then asks me for sex. I tell her I don’t have rubbers, but she does and gives me one. It’s only my second time ever and first time since I paid someone where it was legal in 2016, so my first time without having to pay someone. We do different things.
I’m nervous because I don’t want it to break or knock her up. I’m unable to release, but it’s still sex and we make out a few more times that night and we spend many more hours together - including cuddling up and watching an episode of the Spring Baking Championships and walking her dog with her.
We plan out the weekend together, and I briefly see her to bring her a drink she likes from Sonic to her work on Friday, give her one kiss on the cheek and leave.
She wants all these different things she likes - back rubs. She wants a man who will give her flowers, take her plant shopping, try new restaurants, go on road trips, walks in parks, etc. She’s very insecure about her body, about different things and I make a habit of affirming and reassuring her.
We see each other again Saturday and she doesn’t want me coming inside again due to her having cats and a dog and me being allergic - my allergies started getting to me last Thursday when I was over.
I surprise her with a yellow rose and she tells me how sweet I am. I take her to a Mexican restaurant she hasn’t been to before. We take a walk in a nearby park, while we get ice cream after that and I drive her back. We do a lot of making out in my car in her driveway. I lower her seat all the way back and she starts laughing and soon tells me she’s turned on. After lot of intimacy, she gets out of the car and we have a big road trip planned all day for Sunday.
She sent me some photos of her for me to pleasure myself with, which she found sexy/hot.
We decide to split costs on Sunday - her driving to this museum we both want to see 2.5 hours away and getting gas, while I pay for admission and lunch. We have a good time, a blast, and we’re talking about different things - the pictures and the pleasure. And she agreed to have sex with me again this coming Sunday. She challenged me not to pleasure myself more than three times this week (I haven’t done so since Sunday night. She also said she likes facial hair and I’ve been trying to let a beard grow for her).
We agree to go for a walk in a park across from that ice cream place after I’d be done with work last night, but then tells me Tuesday she can’t meet when I check in with her on how her week’s going, which she tells me it’s crazy and how she has this stuff after work yesterday and I tell her about another idea I had in mind - to take her plant shopping Saturday and take her to a pizzeria we passed up on our road trip she hasn’t been to yet. She tells me that’s really sweet, but she’ll be spending all day with her girlfriends.
So, I start to get my doubts about how she feels, but I just tell her if she wants/needs me, I’m there for support, that I hope she can distress and she’ll get through this. She thanks me and I don’t text her yesterday or today.
Then I get this from her this morning: ‘I hate to be this person and do this like this but I also don't want to string you along because that isn't fair either. I do not see this going anywhere for me. You're a very nice well-intentioned guy but I don't think that we are compatible. You deserve someone that is all in with you, and that is not me.’
So, then I ask her what I did wrong. I tell her I’m disappointed, but not surprised.
‘You didn't do anything. You were yourself. It isn't about doing something wrong or what not. It is about compatibility. I just don't think that we are. Doesn't mean you are any less. Just means I'm not the one for you.’
So, that was the last of it.
It stings. It’s made me question my self-worth and what I’m good for in this world. Yes, I’ve come a long way in dating since my high school/college years. I can get dates, I can get kisses, I can get something short term, I can even get sex now, apparently.
But I want more, and I’d trade it all.
My state’s Society of Professional Journalists chapter has informed me I’ve won an award, albeit I don’t know what place. I got second last year. I got some second and third place awards at my previous job. Even I got first place, I’d trade it for a woman.
Not only do I have an autographed Sports Illustrated collection I treasure dearly, Sports Illustrated actually mentioned me in an article because a team cited my work when I interviewed this former pitcher of theirs from the ‘60s who died last summer. The team actually had a quote, citation from my our interview and they mentioned me by name on their memorial to him by their Wall of Fame. My work has been cited in a few baseball books.
I would trade it all for a woman.
I’ve got a public job where I’m well-known and well-received in the area. I had a semester in college where I made the Dean’s List. I served as the Vice President of my school’s honor society chapter my senior year and did a lot to turn my life around multiple times.
I get praised by so many people for dedication to my job and the work ethic I have.
I’d trade all of it, all of it, for a woman. I was ready to put all my concentration into her and was keeping my word. Then this happened.
I would trade it all.
I was supposed to cover an event for my job last Thursday, but it got rained out and postponed, so did everything other sporting event in the area. She asks to move the date up from Sunday to that night.
So, I pick her up and take her to a restaurant that’s minutes away and we have pizza and in my car, I give her a kiss, then she comes into me and we start kissing passionately and make out for the first time. We’re in the parking lot and I tell her we shouldn’t be doing this here, so we went behind closed doors and continued.
She then asks me for sex. I tell her I don’t have rubbers, but she does and gives me one. It’s only my second time ever and first time since I paid someone where it was legal in 2016, so my first time without having to pay someone. We do different things.
I’m nervous because I don’t want it to break or knock her up. I’m unable to release, but it’s still sex and we make out a few more times that night and we spend many more hours together - including cuddling up and watching an episode of the Spring Baking Championships and walking her dog with her.
We plan out the weekend together, and I briefly see her to bring her a drink she likes from Sonic to her work on Friday, give her one kiss on the cheek and leave.
She wants all these different things she likes - back rubs. She wants a man who will give her flowers, take her plant shopping, try new restaurants, go on road trips, walks in parks, etc. She’s very insecure about her body, about different things and I make a habit of affirming and reassuring her.
We see each other again Saturday and she doesn’t want me coming inside again due to her having cats and a dog and me being allergic - my allergies started getting to me last Thursday when I was over.
I surprise her with a yellow rose and she tells me how sweet I am. I take her to a Mexican restaurant she hasn’t been to before. We take a walk in a nearby park, while we get ice cream after that and I drive her back. We do a lot of making out in my car in her driveway. I lower her seat all the way back and she starts laughing and soon tells me she’s turned on. After lot of intimacy, she gets out of the car and we have a big road trip planned all day for Sunday.
She sent me some photos of her for me to pleasure myself with, which she found sexy/hot.
We decide to split costs on Sunday - her driving to this museum we both want to see 2.5 hours away and getting gas, while I pay for admission and lunch. We have a good time, a blast, and we’re talking about different things - the pictures and the pleasure. And she agreed to have sex with me again this coming Sunday. She challenged me not to pleasure myself more than three times this week (I haven’t done so since Sunday night. She also said she likes facial hair and I’ve been trying to let a beard grow for her).
We agree to go for a walk in a park across from that ice cream place after I’d be done with work last night, but then tells me Tuesday she can’t meet when I check in with her on how her week’s going, which she tells me it’s crazy and how she has this stuff after work yesterday and I tell her about another idea I had in mind - to take her plant shopping Saturday and take her to a pizzeria we passed up on our road trip she hasn’t been to yet. She tells me that’s really sweet, but she’ll be spending all day with her girlfriends.
So, I start to get my doubts about how she feels, but I just tell her if she wants/needs me, I’m there for support, that I hope she can distress and she’ll get through this. She thanks me and I don’t text her yesterday or today.
Then I get this from her this morning: ‘I hate to be this person and do this like this but I also don't want to string you along because that isn't fair either. I do not see this going anywhere for me. You're a very nice well-intentioned guy but I don't think that we are compatible. You deserve someone that is all in with you, and that is not me.’
So, then I ask her what I did wrong. I tell her I’m disappointed, but not surprised.
‘You didn't do anything. You were yourself. It isn't about doing something wrong or what not. It is about compatibility. I just don't think that we are. Doesn't mean you are any less. Just means I'm not the one for you.’
So, that was the last of it.
It stings. It’s made me question my self-worth and what I’m good for in this world. Yes, I’ve come a long way in dating since my high school/college years. I can get dates, I can get kisses, I can get something short term, I can even get sex now, apparently.
But I want more, and I’d trade it all.
My state’s Society of Professional Journalists chapter has informed me I’ve won an award, albeit I don’t know what place. I got second last year. I got some second and third place awards at my previous job. Even I got first place, I’d trade it for a woman.
Not only do I have an autographed Sports Illustrated collection I treasure dearly, Sports Illustrated actually mentioned me in an article because a team cited my work when I interviewed this former pitcher of theirs from the ‘60s who died last summer. The team actually had a quote, citation from my our interview and they mentioned me by name on their memorial to him by their Wall of Fame. My work has been cited in a few baseball books.
I would trade it all for a woman.
I’ve got a public job where I’m well-known and well-received in the area. I had a semester in college where I made the Dean’s List. I served as the Vice President of my school’s honor society chapter my senior year and did a lot to turn my life around multiple times.
I get praised by so many people for dedication to my job and the work ethic I have.
I’d trade all of it, all of it, for a woman. I was ready to put all my concentration into her and was keeping my word. Then this happened.
I would trade it all.
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