I start dating this woman a couple months ago. We connected right from the start. We had playful banter and rapport. The sex was great. She had aspirations to return to school; she was independent and held a steady job. Agnostic like myself. All was going well until a few nights ago.
For some reason, every time I would head to her place my anxiety would peak. Wednesday night I did a double-shot of Fireball and smoked a bowl before I left; hoping that this would help me get over the anxiousness that plagues me and also to loosen my tongue a bit.
I arrived at her place around 1900 and greeted her with a kiss. Small talk ensued to catch up on each other's day. I popped in The Force Awakens (hadn't seen it yet, was catching up for Rogue One) while she finishes dinner. Of course, I offered to help, but my cooking skills are mediocre at best and she declined.
We finish our meal and I notice she's falling asleep as the movie progresses. I pause it and begin talking with her about random shit. For some fucking reason, I start talking about "us". "What did I tell you when we first met? Everyone deserves to be happy and every day you should strive to achieve it." That was the nail in the coffin. Our night continued and I left after sex.
So a few days later she texts me saying that she thought about what we were discussing Wednesday and decided that she would be happier alone.
TLDR: Supported partner with a catch all motivational statement and she ran with it. Just without me.
Submitted December 18, 2016 at 11:53AM by b4ckl4sh http://ift.tt/2hxktwu
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