If you choose text at this point, there can be a lot of misinterpretation. Miscommunication and lack of communication are where all the problems come from in relationships and dating. Because you never know when it could come back to you. Your path may cross with that person again, either personally, romantically, or professionally.
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We are talking love, sex, and dating every single week. Come join us! You must be logged in to post a comment. What does that mean? Clarity Is Key Miscommunication and lack of communication are where all the problems come from in relationships and dating. By Lisa Clampitt T Leave A Comment Cancel reply You must be logged in to post a comment. I mean what ever happened to just telling the person how you really feel and moving on? Why leave someone hanging like that?
Adam is the type of guy that turns heads whenever he goes by. He looks a lot like the actor Cam Gigandet — you know — icy blue eyes, muscular physique and a million dollar smile. I can still remember having coffee with him outside at a local Starbucks during a warm summer day. He wore a wife-beater and shorts — enough to show off a highly sculpted chest and biceps, replete with a hairy chest and tats covering his right bicep.
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He is that good looking. But what I liked about Adam that went beyond his handsome good looks. The real attraction was how stable he was — well — seemed to be.
It happens to me all the time: My biggest pet peeve in life especially in our current political climate is having someone say something to me and then pretend it never happened. One such example is people who swipe on dating apps purely for the instant dopamine-hit of getting a match yet rarely if at all convert these matches to conversations. By Monday morning, I was kind of a mess. Suddenly, you could hear a pin drop with the exception of the music. If someone reaches out to speak to me, I ask them what they are looking for because I am amenable. A real, loving relationship based on honesty.
He has a good job as a gymnastics teacher and owns his own condo. Not bad for a guy who is years old and living in a big city like Chicago. I guess the last thing is that that the both of us seemed to share a lot of common interests — such as working out, a love for extra crispy sausage pizza and Star Trek movies. And believe it or not, we both were born at the same hospital — Northwestern. So we dated one another for about three months. He would regularly overnight at my place and I at his. Sex was amazing — really.
I typically never bottom but I did it for Adam because he made me feel so comfortable. And let me tell you, Adam is a pretty thick guy if you know what I mean.
It took a lot to ride on it but I did it as a way of demonstrating to him that he was special. I know … I know … stupid but just being honest. On this particular Saturday, nada. I figured he was tied up with something and would reply later. And so by late that Saturday night, I started to wonder if something was up. Was my iPhone working? Was his? According to the display on the text history, the message I sent had been delivered.
That evening I felt a little anxious and had a sick feeling in my stomach that our blossoming romance was over. Ever get that? That knowing sense of dread that tells you there has been a change in the universe? That next morning I woke up and momentarily forgot the events from the day before. It all came rushing back when I noticed the stuffed teddy bear sitting on my dresser. As sadness and anxiety started to build up inside of me, I reached for my phone on the nightstand.
To my disappointment, there was nothing new from him. As I sat in the bed, I became aware of how lonely it felt. There had been several happy Sunday mornings when Adam and I woke up together in my bed, all too eager to get it on. Other memories started to pop into my mind as well, like how much he liked cuddling up while the cold wind howled outside.
I tortured myself trying to decide if I should send another text message. After a good 15 minutes of contemplation, I wrote the following:.
By Monday morning, I was kind of a mess. Like a fool, I left a message on his voicemail and asked him to give me a call. I got no response. By mid-week, I was feeling depressed and a tinge worried. My friend Robert suggested that perhaps Adam had lost his phone and offered to use his cell to send Adam a text.
My phone was working perfectly because other people had received and responded to messages I had sent. And that Robert had gotten that message from Adam just confirmed my worst fears. I was devastated. Over the next several weeks, I tried to lick my wounds. After being summarily dumped without so much as a warning, I became aware of how I had allowed myself to really fall in love with Adam. But given all the indications, it seemed like we both had strong feelings for one another.
He even told me that he was starting to fall for me when we were spooning during a DVD movie night. Adding salt to my wounds were the occasional comments from acquaintances like: By the three month mark, I was feeling a lot stronger. Slap me silly and call me stupid but one Sunday night, I decided to accept an invite from a buddy and joined him Jackhammer — a quasi-leather bar where staff go shirtless. If you have ever been to something like this, you already know it is typically dark, dank and smells like poppers.
So there I am, stumbling around 20 guys who were getting their dirty on against the backdrop of dance music playing in the background. I just recall wanting to get out of there because it was disgusting.