Chad89 saidI've had a crush on this guy I met a while ago. He and I talked online weekly. Nothing too involved only little stuff.
A while ago he gave me his number to text him, which I did.
As with online, he never really said that much, and didn't really respond that much, so I haven't texted him back because I don't think he's into me really.
Anyway, I've come to terms that I don't think he is really that into me, but I'm now on the obsessed line. By 'obsessed' I mean I think about him a LOT and it's really becoming an issue for me.
I'm sure this has happened to a lot of other guys before me, but I'm so new to even being interested in someone that this is really depressing me.
What can I do to help me basically forget about him so I can save myself the mental suffering?
Places like RJ aside, online dating sites can be a double edged sword. The thing with any online connection is that you are blind to damn near everything about that person, good bad or otherwise. This is to say that for all you know he could be some creeper getting his kicks, or a closeted married guy living out some weird fantasy - I say this because I encountered this and more when I was first coming out and depending on the web as a conduit to meet people.
While I was living in NM, I met a guy I thought was "the one". He said all the right things, looked like an underwear model -I had died and gone to gay heaven. We actually dated more than a month before I realised his entire back story was fiction, he was married.
His wife brought it to a screeching halt after intercepting one of my txt messages. She answered posing as him, and had me come to their home. Per her instructions the door would be opened, I was to come in and "get naked", report to the third door on the left. I thought it was hot, and beat feet over there.
I was at least spared SOME embarrassment, he happened to be walking to the kitchen when I came in the door. The look on his face was shear shock and terror, which turned out to be justified as she was 10 seconds behind him. It was quite graphic. Hands down the most humiliating experience of my life given my own views on cheaters.
Weeks later he actually had the balls to text me asking if I would be opened to a three way if he could talk her into it. She had apparently made a remark to the effect "well at least he was hot", and he thought he had a really good chance of talking her into it. Fucking asshole. In hindsight I should have said yes as I am quite sure she would have snatched his balls off seconds after making his case.
THAT should have been enough, but my X wife pulled a stunt that had me freaked out for a long time, and looking back she unwittingly did me a favor. She had been stalking me for months after our divorce was final, really long convoluted story short - in one of many heated discussions about my "Dating", she threw out the fact she had created profiles on the sites I belonged to, and validated it with details.
It got to me as you can imagine, it forced me to quit living my life through a computer screen and rely on good old fashioned socialising. I continued to chat off and on with many of the guys I had met online, but only after verifying they were who they said they were through other means. Hell some of them I had chatted with for years before actually meeting them.
Your assuming there is something wrong with you - stop.
While I still chat with some of the people I met back then, I came to the reality pretty quickly that just going out and meeting people the good old fashioned way was best. You need to do that, like now. Nothing can drive something like this from mind quicker than the experience of meeting someone in the flesh. Go to a club, with or without friends - It will do you the world of good even if you only expand your circle of friends.