To this guy who “forgot” to mention that he was having an affair

I had already met this guy several times, like that, but I never really argued with him.

We don’t have any particular acquaintances in common, so we see each other here and there, wonder if it’s okay, discreetly watch his bouli from another world, and that’s it.

And then I just don’t know how, one day, we made a joke, and she kept texting. It was a Friday morning and We talked about it again on Friday night. About this joke, and other things.

A sweet encounter with mine squash

This continued for a few days, until we agreed on an upcoming evening which would be devoted to downing a few beers. She proposed it it’s happening right downstairs from his house, and we go to his house if necessary.

I said to myself, hey, boy is he direct! I told him hey are you a straight guy, he said yes I am like that.

We kept talking, from waking up to going to bed, without ever stopping. We chained together silly conversation topics, made suggestive jokes, imagined the castle we’d live in when we were rich.

No one really seemed to be playing the typical cat-and-mouse game of ” who will stop answering first and who will start again “. It drove me crazy.

We passed each other several times, exchanging discreet smiles with sparkling eyes. I had butterflies, I always wanted to see his name appear on my screen, I couldn’t wait for D-Day, I was excited.

It’s not every day that I really love a guy for realsomething like in my body I feel that I like what is going on, in my head you feel that there is a risk that I will get affected.

There was a moment when I said to myself: This guy is too cute to be single “. But I let that thought crumble in the back of my mind without paying too much attention to it.

We continued this little dance two weeks before meeting face to face. Two weeks of nonstop conversations, innuendoes, silly laughs, and secret sneers.

My first date with my squash

Finally Monday arrives. We meet at the end of the afternoon at the village bar, and time passes very slowly but also very quickly. And everything is beautiful.

We go to his house to order food, but I almost forget that I was hungry because we talk about a thousand things.

He is a nice human being, as well as having a pretty face. He is interesting, he asks questions, he listens attentively to my very long verbal wanderings.

Between the things we aspire to, maintain our family ties despite the distance, and fourteen silly anecdotes that all last too long, I relax on his sofa.

I’m fine, here, in good company, I can’t wait to get to the kisses but I take advantage of this discovery by laughing too much.

I like to know who he is, what he’s been through, the music that makes his heart beat.

And then one o’clock comes.

At one o’clock in the morning, after all this, he said to me:

” All right, it’s 1 in the morning, I’m going to bed. “.

It’s one in the morning, I’m at his house, he’s going to bed. You read correctly.

My squash he’s engaged ?!

Armed with 100% of my courage, I waited until he was halfway between his seat and my seat to write to him that I had visibly planted myself in his intentions, but that I had had a great evening.

He answered me:

” Oh but I have a girlfriend ! I thought you knew. »

WHERE DID THIS PERSON YOU NEVER TALK ABOUT, DUMBOIN? AM I AVERAGE?

The initial shock hadn’t passed at all, a bit staggering (remember the beers), I took the liberty of informing him that he was a bit of a jerk, and that the fact that he hadn’t thought about it once talking about it for 2 weeks really pissed me off.

We talked a lot about it the next day. He was over listener, apologetic and confused.

He didn’t make excuses, he just said he was sorry, he wanted to know more about my feelings, what had made his behavior ambiguous (I had a few examples, do you worry).

And then the conversation resumed, of course.

i don’t want mine squash…

Plot twist : This person who I thought was a friendly human is… really a friendly human.

It complicates the possibility of resentment a lot, even if the frustration itches a lot, and even if it was really a headache like a moment.

Suddenly being now two people aware of the same thing lowercase details such as “previous commitment” and “nature of the envisaged relationship”, we continued to talk to each other, to discover each other.

Without expecting anything specific.

…but why not say that we are a couple?!

I have the impression that this phenomenon is common. This guy (or this girl, this rude behavior is not gendered) who will talk to you:

• Of his craziest plans for the future
• About his complicated relationship with his step-cousin
• From her favorite homemade gnocchi recipe
• Of his new pair of gym shoes which is too beautiful but it gives a blister on her little finger

Before mentions HIS GIRLFRIEND. Which he will only bring to the mat when, so to speak, he will no longer really have a choice.

The moment of your disappointment has come, he assures you that it wasn’t malicious, that he was sure you knew it, that he must have mentioned it at some point, right? (NO).

How sorry he didn’t realize that he was, of course, available any time of the day or night to tell you his innermost secrets, BUT even as an exclusive couple, well let’s see that’s obvious.

Let’s not forget to mention that we already have a partner. No one was fooled, man. You played the fool and I lost.

Single is hard enough as it is

It’s me who’s confused, unfairly ashamed, it’s me who questions everything I’ve seen, and I who lose a little more confidence. In me and potential future partners.

It’s ready so hard to evolve in this damn world of singlesunderstand each other, be able to see the signals (positive or negative) and act accordingly!

It’s not necessarily super necessary to add a difficulty level like this, if you ask me.

Already not very confident, at this rate I’ll end up becoming a nun…

Then it’s a bit tiring having to be constantly on the alert. It seems that the further I go, the more I come across new specimens of ignorant kids who have no idea of ​​the consequences of their actions!

Let them be of the type fucking classic, with a disconcerting inability to communicate, with an unexpected disrespect or, as a result, secretly in a relationship.

Don’t throw away anymore! What’s the next trap? The next risk? We are throwing too many spokes in the works there.

To people in a relationship who “forget” to tell…

So I would like to end this little story (which ends “well”, since instead of getting lifted I’ve earned yet another friend that I want to undress) with an official request to the boys (and girls) tempted by the idea of ​​ignoring their relationship: PLEASE DO NOT.

It’s good to be soaped up, flatter your ego, check if you still like him, and play flirt. But there are people who like you, who can’t wait to touch your pecs, maybe, and/or change the world with you.

If you want to connect with someone, nothing stops you, just make sure everyone has ALL THE INFORMATION move in the same direction!

Thanks and kisses.