Her side of the story

He was in an odd mood when I got to the bar. I thought it might have been my fault, because I was a bit late, but he didn't say anything much about it. I don't remember doing anything to make him upset, but I could tell there was something wrong. The conversation was quite slow-going, so I thought we should go off somewhere more intimate, so we could talk more privately.

We went to this restaurant and he was STILL acting a bit funny. I was getting really worried. What did I do? What was bothering him? Was it me or something else? I asked him if he was upset with me, and he said no. But I wasn't really sure. So anyway, in the cab on the way back to his house, I said that I love him, and he just put his arm around me! I didn't know what the Hell that meant because, you know, he didn't say it back or anything.

We finally got back to his place and I was wondering if he was going to break up with me! Why didn't he want to talk about this? So I tried to ask him about it, but he just switched on the TV. Why would he rather watch TV than talk to me?

Reluctantly, I said I was going to go to sleep, hoping he would get the hint watching TV, while I was in here going through emotional turmoil. Then, after about ten minutes, he joined me in bed. We had some great foreplay, and then we had sex.

I thought that maybe he would open up after we shared such an intimate experience, but he still seemed really distracted. This upset me so much that I just wanted to leave, but instead, I just cried myself to sleep. He didn't even notice how upset I was!

I don't know; I just don't know what he thinks anymore. I don't know what to feel anymore. I'm on emotional overload. I'm so confused. I don't think he loves me anymore. Why does he have to play mind games with me? I mean, do you think he's met someone else???



His side of the story

Played badly today. Shot 83. Can't putt. Felt kinda tired. Got laid, though.