Please go to bed.
I was surprised that your text messages were getting less frequent after the last time we were together and you said that next time we met up we should go camping. The pledges of meeting up soon never eventuated. I was so excited that you wanted to spend the weekend with me since all we do is have sex in hotel rooms (which is fine as well).
I'm assuming it's because I cut my hair so I don't really look so feminine anymore and that you can't cover your arse when your co-workers have caught you dropping off / kissing an 'asian female' in the mornings at my local shopping centre carpark. I thought you would be better than that though I guess I should've known.
If I'm mistaken about the reason of why you've stopped calling me, this would be why I stopped calling you. And I didn't think of calling you to ask for a reason because we entered this relationship with no expectations outside of sex and for all I knew, you weren't interested anymore.
I really wanted it to work between us because I wanted a future with you beyond just screwing around if possible (a fuck buddy arrangement is all good too), you had helped me move on from a deeply traumatic break up.
At this moment I feel pessimistic about life in general (been watching too many documentaries) and also my direction and I think of you on occasions where I reflect on moments I would like to rekindle. As much as I like to think that I don't have to rely on anyone, every now and again I realise I need others to make me feel something, you did it. The feeling that someone cares about me doesn't happen all too often. Does it seem like I'm reading into the sex too much? The way we did it couldn't be recreated if we weren't into each other passionately.
Anyhow I'd be more than happy to catch up down the line, I'll leave it up to you, though it is kind of greedy of me to have had (in my opinion and my preference) four perfect men in my life so far
Talk soon, Jimmy
Dear the guy above,
Can you cut me a break and let me find a wallet or something? I know I keep saying that I want to earn my money but I go back on that so please drop something to the equivalent of $10 000 on me (figuratively speaking), maybe a lotto ticket or a wedding ring?
I'm really desparate and will do a lot of things that I said I wouldn't do again if I keep going on like this. It's not a threat btw, it's survival.