The new dude

I wrote a story about a guy I met while I was waiting for a date. He was the one who said he hoped my date that night went badly so he could date me. Well, he got his wish.

We started seeing each other slowly, both of us agreed getting into a relationship was scary as hell. Even though I was nervous, I took a chance because there was something about this guy I liked.

Fast forward two months; he was communicating less frequently and was a little distant in text messages. I knew what was coming and sure enough, he called me and said he wasn’t going to be able to see me anymore. He had been contacted by an old girlfriend who he described as “the one.” They had broken up some time ago, but she reached out to him (why now dammit!?!?!?) and he decided it was something he really wanted to pursue.

I can’t fault him for his decision and although I’m incredibly sad as I write this, I wish them the best. Unfortunately for me that means back to square one. I hope he’s out there somewhere.