Four weeks, two dates, and somehow I went from feeling like someone’s priority to trying to establish whether we had plans at all. The first two weeks were wonderful. We connected easily, and during our second date, we grew closer emotionally. He called me a priority and hinted at me becoming his girlfriend.
Before I left, he suddenly sounded worried. Was I going to want to see him again? I reassured him that of course I was. Nothing about that date had suggested I’d need convincing.
That weekend, he disappeared into a visit from guests from Monaco. I heard nothing. On Monday, when I asked, he said he’d assumed I knew he was busy and planned to get back to me then. Apparently, we had different ideas about what went without saying.
On Tuesday, we talked more seriously. I explained that communication mattered to me. I wasn’t demanding constant attention; I was telling him what I needed. We agreed to give things a shot, and he mentioned deleting his dating apps. Once again, he sounded serious about us.
Thursday brought the question of seeing each other that weekend. He had plans, but maybe he could rearrange them. He’d let me know Friday. During some small talk the next day, he said he was heading into a meeting and would text later. He didn’t. Friday night passed, then Saturday.
On Sunday morning, I called. Was he interested? Did he actually want to see me? If he didn’t, I could accept that. He said he did. He explained that he’d worried I would lose interest if we couldn’t meet that weekend, so he’d panicked and made promises he couldn’t keep.
We arranged to meet Wednesday after work. Monday and Tuesday passed without a word. On Wednesday, an hour after his workday ended, he finally texted as though we weren’t supposed to be meeting. Work had been busy. He hadn’t even made it home. He explained and apologized. We didn’t see each other.
I’m done chasing him. What I still can’t understand is how the man who seemed so worried about losing another date kept failing to show up for one.
