I'm feeling better about the whole thing.
I doubt she saw me that way. At the end of the day, she may have been genuinely happy, genuinely okay with things. We're still friends, like I said. She's a good person. I like her, I enjoy her company. There's absolutely nothing wrong with her. I just...
I'm...me.
21. Texas.
I have a thing about not having sex until marriage. I have a pants-on rule when I'm with people.
I'm Christian. Bisexual.
Theatre kid. Writer.
I don't want kids.
I'm into some BDSM.
Never married. Recently single.
And I'm a giant geek.
I want her to be happy.
We communicated pretty well, I thought, but I just kept feeling like she was agreeing to everything to keep me around. Like there wasn't compromise.
We get along great. Distance never seemed to be a problem. The age difference wasn't an issue until I thought I was...
Ok, here goes.
Six months ago, I started video chatting with a woman online. Neither of us were seeking a relationship but we fell in love pretty quickly anyway. Maybe in like.
In the midst of this relationship, I started considering I was poly in a way. She was okay. She met a guy I ended up...