Next, I remember having a couple of horribly awkward coffee dates, but neither of them stand out as noteworthy in any way. I’d like to point out, if for no other reason than I’d like to be judged on accurate information, that I was seeking a single fuckbuddy. One guy to see occasionally. And so I stopped meeting with new people after I met and starting screwing the douchebag.
Then I met a guy who, if things were different, I might have ended up dating for a while.
He was sweet and cute and we got along, as people, extremely well. But because of where I was in my life (still heartbroken because I’d met a guy I adored but couldn’t have a decent relationship with because the sex didn’t work AND completely sexually frustrated) we ended up just meeting once out for coffee and then once again, a few days later for sex. The sex was OK-ish. If he was a guy I liked a lot, it would have been OK enough to continue dating him. And who knows, maybe we could have worked on it together. But as a fuckbuddy, he just didn’t cut it.
He did not take it well when I told him I wasn’t interested in seeing him again. I recall him being kinda insulted. He thought we had something, I guess. Or that we might turn into something. And like I said, there might have been that possibility. But my head wasn’t there and my heart wasn’t available.
He continued to reach out to me every once and a while for a couple of years and we did get together once for a drink (I felt bad, he was trying so hard). But nothing came of it. The punchline here is that he works right around the corner from my apt (just like my fb) and we occasionally bump into each other on the street.
New York is too damn small, sometimes.
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