This is where the real game began. I was certain I had fucked up.
First of all, I had developed a connection to this girl but I think it was not quite as perfect as one-itis but still okay.
Secondly, I may have crossed the point of no return.
Thirdly, I said the needy, clingy thing like “You won’t ghost me if we go further, will you?”.
We had made plans to meet again the following day which she flaked on at the last minute. Then I texted her trying to lock down a second date for that Friday. She agreed but I had a feeling something was not right. I think that came from her lack of texts and my loss of frame, so she would flake.
And guess what? She did flake on that Friday, and that was a real blow to my confidence. We hadn’t texted since Wednesday, so I took a deep breath and sent a text like, “We’re totally getting a divorce.”
She responded: “Risking our ‘divorce,’ I need to take a rain check on today’s date.”
After that, I swallowed the painful pill, accepted my mistake of neediness, and deleted our text thread. And yet she kept texting me.
So, I figured she must be wanting to friendzone me. I didn’t want to go through the mental torture of playing guessing games so I just texted “I wanna meet. Are you down with that?” to which she responded by saying we should meet up on Monday.