- Met on my birthday the first week of September in Fire Island
- The first weekend was like the opening scene of Grease, except that we went all the way (it was really great)
- Started dating back in the city
- Got intense quick
- I thought it was a sweet sign when he said that he didn't want me to sleep with other people, and that we should try being monogamous as we got to know each other
- Kept dating, having fun
- He had been staying with a friend, but that friend had other friends come to town in early November, so he needed a place to keep his stuff for a few weeks; I let him stay with me
- He goes to Puerto Vallarta with friends for Thanksgiving, and then his communication gets weird
- When he gets back he comes to the house, takes his clothes off and cuddles up next to me; the first thing I ask is if he slept with someone
- He did
- I was probably just starting to fall for him; I am hurt
- We talk
- I ask him to leave and say its over
- Two days later he comes back to get his stuff and says he is leaving town (Fantastic! I love when they leave town!)
- It comes up in conversation that one of his closest friends never knew we were dating (uh, that's weird...)
- I then hear a couple weeks later that he met a friend on the beach in PV and told the guy he was living at 14th and Ninth (where I live) yet never mentioned to the guy that he was dating someone
- I start to wonder if I was just being used???
On my way to the airport, I got a text from him saying that he is in San Diego for Christmas, and he wished me happy holidays. Dammit! That's where I'm flying to! It was a great coincidence that both our families lived in San Diego when we met, but uh, not so funny anymore.
Maybe he didn't use me. Maybe he's not a complete dick. I can't really tell. But I know that I can't find out in a text, and I'm sure as hell not gonna call him, right? No, no text, no call. So maybe he'll read this, and if he does (if you do, if you are), then Happy Holidays to you too Brett.
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