I don't know how to get over this guy.
Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2025 5:11 pm
I spent like an hour crafting an ask and then forgot to paste the text before I copy-pasted something else after submitting it sooo it's gone now unless it gets answered. So I will relate an abbreviated version instead. Or, try my best to.
We connected online last July (I will clarify that I was 18 at the time--and, for the record, he was 21). I was lonely and sexually frustrated. I just wanted some kind of connection, even if the intimacy was quite superficial.
He was very sweet and amiable and so handsome. I didn't really know what it felt like to be so attracted to someone until I saw him. Like, I've experienced what probably amounts to aesthetic attraction towards a few men before, but this was on an absolutely incomparable scale. He was exactly my type in a way that I didn't even expect. My attraction was far from un-reciprocated. We also quickly discovered that we were very sexually compatible (at least for our purposes).
From late July to September (and more sparingly in October) we exchanged messages and photos semi-regularly, often going a couple weeks in-between. The waiting nearly pained me, I desperately wanted to get to know him, though I never expressed it. He apologized for his absences and told me that he was "busy" (which I would later learn was completely dishonest). I took him at face value and figured that he had his own life, responsibilities, struggles, etc., and I am not owed his time if he can't or doesn't want to give it to me.
He messaged me for the last time before disappearing for the whole winter in late October. After going maybe about a month (?) since his previous message, I was absolutely ecstatic to hear from him. I wasn't even home at the time, but my attention was glued to my phone anyways. He made me blush so hard, I could feel my face heat up. I told him this. I'm not sure if he knew quite how much of an effect he had on me.
Through the winter, my feelings waned without contact, but I still had moments of very intense feeling for him. Sometimes I would get a little teary at just how much I wanted to feel his body against mine.
My gigantic crush on him came raging back in March of this year, when he messaged me after recognizing me in a photo I had posted. I wondered why he hadn't contacted me, but I didn't want to pry. He asked me if I was still interested in talking. Of course I was. We resumed exchanging fantasies and photos. Only, this time, we breached more personal, casual topics. This only made me more invested. But his expressions of interest and his elusive behavior continued. This confused and frustrated me. In late June, after weeks of deliberation, I sent him a message expressing my feelings: that he confused me and that I wanted to know what was going on in his head, and that I harbored very intense feelings for him and was absolutely clueless as to how he felt. I do not know if he had any knowledge or involvement in what happened next.
Not a week later I received a message from... his partner (who I had no idea existed, if that isn't clear). Of nearly three years. Who apologized for the emotions he caused me and informed me that he is a manipulative porn addict who, at the very least, struggles with forming and maintaining human connection. Suddenly everything made sense and fell into place. I suspect that when he told me he was "busy" he was either a) with his partner and/or b) trying to suppress and avoid his maladaptive porn usage. But that is just my conjecture.
Receiving their message was sickening. For a while that night I couldn't stop shaking. I was disgusted. But at the same time I felt overwhelming pity for him. How sad do you have to be to stoop so low and treat people this way? Not even just me, but his partner (or, ex-partner now, I guess), who had been in his life for at least about three years. I hope he has it in him to change. I hope he has it in him to apologize to them, the person who deserves his apology the most.
Maybe that's why I keep thinking about him, even after I've been free of his memory for most of the time since I got the news. Maybe it's because I am disturbed by his actions, behaviors, and apparent lack of remorse. It's the lack of remorse that disturbs me the most.
But I am also being haunted by my fantasies of what I thought could have been, of what I wanted between us, before I learned about him. Because I know they were on false grounds. They could never have happened. Of course this is coupled with lingering attraction to him, or, at least, memory of that attraction, of what it felt like to be so infatuated with him. It's not something I had ever felt before him. Why would I want to give up the memory of a man who once made my entire abdomen flutter?
I talked to two different friends all about it right after it happened. I'm not sure what there is left to process. I'm just so over it.
We connected online last July (I will clarify that I was 18 at the time--and, for the record, he was 21). I was lonely and sexually frustrated. I just wanted some kind of connection, even if the intimacy was quite superficial.
He was very sweet and amiable and so handsome. I didn't really know what it felt like to be so attracted to someone until I saw him. Like, I've experienced what probably amounts to aesthetic attraction towards a few men before, but this was on an absolutely incomparable scale. He was exactly my type in a way that I didn't even expect. My attraction was far from un-reciprocated. We also quickly discovered that we were very sexually compatible (at least for our purposes).
From late July to September (and more sparingly in October) we exchanged messages and photos semi-regularly, often going a couple weeks in-between. The waiting nearly pained me, I desperately wanted to get to know him, though I never expressed it. He apologized for his absences and told me that he was "busy" (which I would later learn was completely dishonest). I took him at face value and figured that he had his own life, responsibilities, struggles, etc., and I am not owed his time if he can't or doesn't want to give it to me.
He messaged me for the last time before disappearing for the whole winter in late October. After going maybe about a month (?) since his previous message, I was absolutely ecstatic to hear from him. I wasn't even home at the time, but my attention was glued to my phone anyways. He made me blush so hard, I could feel my face heat up. I told him this. I'm not sure if he knew quite how much of an effect he had on me.
Through the winter, my feelings waned without contact, but I still had moments of very intense feeling for him. Sometimes I would get a little teary at just how much I wanted to feel his body against mine.
My gigantic crush on him came raging back in March of this year, when he messaged me after recognizing me in a photo I had posted. I wondered why he hadn't contacted me, but I didn't want to pry. He asked me if I was still interested in talking. Of course I was. We resumed exchanging fantasies and photos. Only, this time, we breached more personal, casual topics. This only made me more invested. But his expressions of interest and his elusive behavior continued. This confused and frustrated me. In late June, after weeks of deliberation, I sent him a message expressing my feelings: that he confused me and that I wanted to know what was going on in his head, and that I harbored very intense feelings for him and was absolutely clueless as to how he felt. I do not know if he had any knowledge or involvement in what happened next.
Not a week later I received a message from... his partner (who I had no idea existed, if that isn't clear). Of nearly three years. Who apologized for the emotions he caused me and informed me that he is a manipulative porn addict who, at the very least, struggles with forming and maintaining human connection. Suddenly everything made sense and fell into place. I suspect that when he told me he was "busy" he was either a) with his partner and/or b) trying to suppress and avoid his maladaptive porn usage. But that is just my conjecture.
Receiving their message was sickening. For a while that night I couldn't stop shaking. I was disgusted. But at the same time I felt overwhelming pity for him. How sad do you have to be to stoop so low and treat people this way? Not even just me, but his partner (or, ex-partner now, I guess), who had been in his life for at least about three years. I hope he has it in him to change. I hope he has it in him to apologize to them, the person who deserves his apology the most.
Maybe that's why I keep thinking about him, even after I've been free of his memory for most of the time since I got the news. Maybe it's because I am disturbed by his actions, behaviors, and apparent lack of remorse. It's the lack of remorse that disturbs me the most.
But I am also being haunted by my fantasies of what I thought could have been, of what I wanted between us, before I learned about him. Because I know they were on false grounds. They could never have happened. Of course this is coupled with lingering attraction to him, or, at least, memory of that attraction, of what it felt like to be so infatuated with him. It's not something I had ever felt before him. Why would I want to give up the memory of a man who once made my entire abdomen flutter?
I talked to two different friends all about it right after it happened. I'm not sure what there is left to process. I'm just so over it.