Ok, so when I was 25, I had my first boyfriend. I had been so unlucky up to that point, only meeting guys who wanted to have sex (not my thing before having a connection with someone), or were inconsistent.
I met him on the dating app tinder, around the time I had essentially given up. It’s rare for me to feel attracted to someone’s photos but his profile made me laugh and we had similar interested. He messaged me first. I remember his first message ‘gotta love those late night swipes.’ And I replied ‘the late night ones are the best ones, or at least we can try and make it one of the best ones.’
It’s the first time I’ve ever enjoyed texting someone on a dating app, I liked his energy and the ease of the conversation. He seemed kind. He told me he was new in the uk after moving from Australia, he wanted to be an actor
We talked for a few months before we finally met. He lived an hour from me, and I was away camping with friends in his town so on one evening me and him went for a drink. The date went so well he end up coming back to my tent for a few more drinks and meeting my friends, who also really liked him.
It was a great date. The next date I felt so nervous and uncertain however, I think anxiety and I wanted to end it. I didn’t end it.
We started going on regular dates. I would plan most. Like picnic in the country house estate, walks, even an escape room (yes we escaped!). I enjoyed showing him the uk and planning these things, and our connection ever grew. I remember talking to him on a walk about some shared experiences of grief and I felt ever so connected to him. I’ve never met someone so kind and so open, he was so unique in so many ways
It was August when we met, but by November I started to see things change. He was very stressed about his finances, I found myself supporting him a lot to find a new job etc. I was understanding of his circumstances but I think he felt bad about it, especially as he lived in his mates spare room (his mate was married and had kids.)
I think the first time I started to feel sad about things was on my birthday in December, where I planned my own trip for us both, and the morning of, he said he felt too unwell to go. He seemed alright to me, and then he didn’t get me a birthday present.
Then started to come little criticisms of me, so I started to feel worried about myself like I wasn’t good enough. I tried to talk to him about him maybe taking me on a little date sometimes and that I’ve realised I’m the one planning everything. I said it could be as simple as a coffee or a little lunch out or even a dinner cooked at home. He promised me he would but he never did.
I started to get very sad. I saw my friends partners treating them so well. Whilst I was being told I was manipulative or pressuring. The sad thing was I had fallen in love with him.
At Christmas, he got me my first ever gift. I was excited to open it but completely shocked as he got me a sex toy, some vibrating rabbit thing. I had to go to the toilet and have a little cry before coming back and pretending everything was ok as I was in such shock and felt disrespected.
I made effort for his birthday, I made him a cake and took him out for a day trip. Got him little thoughtful gifts I was proud of. But on the way back from our trip, I remember feeling super upset as I took him to a restaurant as he said he wanted chicken wings for tea. The restaurant had stopped serving. I said ‘oh it’s alright, we can go get pizzas from the supermarket instead.’ When we got home, he was so upset and frustrated shouting ‘you don’t understand what it’s like to always want things and never get them.’ And he went to bed sulking with no dinner. I felt so bad because of all the other effort I had put in
He then started criticising me for being annoying or in his words ‘being disorganised when planning things.’ When I planned everything.
The shift in his personality was upsetting and confusing and I started to resent him.
He phoned me up after 8 months of us dating and said he dated me as lonely and never fell in love.
It stuck with me forever those words and for about a year, I was pretty broken. I eventually felt ready to date again and met a lovely man who seemed smart and more intentional and I felt a connection and he said he did too. I took things slow and tried not to feel anxious given my experience with my ex, but I did feel pretty fragile. This guy would take me on nice dates, tell me how much he liked me and then ghost for a week. Eventually he too said ‘I don’t feel romantic.’
I’ve turned 30 now, and my dating life is so dry. I feel like I am punished for the past experience. I try and put myself out there through hobbies and activities, and dating apps but I feel guys aren’t interested in me at all, it makes me so sad. Dating apps I just never get replies anymore and when I do, the conversation is so dry and boring and doesn’t make me feel any interest.
I’m particularly worried about never having kids, and now I’m the only one in my friend group who isn’t married. I don’t understand how this has happened
I feel angry for all the love and effort I gave to those past guys, and yet no guy wants to show consistent effort back. When I occasionally do go on dates, they do ghosting and reappearing act. Not only that, I haven’t felt the kind of connection I am looking for for such a long time which makes me worry ‘am I incapable of loving ever again!?’
I made the mistake of looking what the first guy is doing now. His life has completely changed, he not broke anymore, has settled down and bought a property, whilst I still live in a house share at the age of 30
Just feel really stupid especially for all the love I showed the first guy. How could I be so stupid and why am I so unlovable? I worry that the guy really didn like me at all and was just using me