Ok, let's recap. He's bearded, kissable, and highly snuggleable. He seems nice enough, and we have fun when we're together. He came over, and I thought last night might be "the night." No, not that night, but the night when we might spend the night, the whole night, together. But, go figure that after the last guy I dated would spend the night but not have sex with me, in a stroke of poetic justice, the universe has seen fit to send me a guy who will have sex with me but never, ever spend the night. In fact, I've never seen someone go so quickly deer-in-the-headlights over the mere suggestion of it. His eyes wide and nervous, "Ha ha," he responded, and went to put his clothes on. You would have thought I'd suggested we might go and look at rings together, sometime. "I'm not being evasive," he said, when pressed (which is, of course, the number one top evasive response of all time). "I'm not sure that I would be able to sleep here," he said. "And besides, what time do you have to get up in the morning?"
"I don't know," I mumbled, and turned over on my side. It didn't matter what I said. It didn't matter if I didn't have to be at work until 12:30. His shoes were already on. He gave me a perfunctory kiss, but I lay still, unmoving. I heard the front door close.
It didn't take long, but the glow is definitely over. And so I ask, shaking my fist at the vast and empty sky, Can nothing ever go right for me, just once???
And I ask you, too, Internet, and tell me honestly: is it possible that I am, perhaps, just the weest bit too sensitive? No, I know, it's ridiculous...but...maybe? Please tell me I am not overreacting here. (Or am I?)