Over a year ago, I met a man on a dating website. He is 36 years old. Never married. No children. Does well. Graduated from Ivy League school. I am 21 years old. Senior in college. Still trying to figure out what I have to offer the world.
We chated over instant message. He gave me his number and told me if I was interested to call. I called. The first conversation was very interesting. He asked questions, a lot of them - some which I thought were a little inappropriate. We decided that we wanted to meet up. He asked me if I wanted a train ticket or a hotel room. I took the room. I drove approximately 130 miles to see him. When I got there he told me how great I looked in person and how he wouldn't mind waking up to someone like me every morning. We went to a bar that night and ordered drinks and talked. He was very affectionate. After drinks, we went for a walk. We sat on a bench and talked more. The next day he took me to a park and we talked more. As we were walking, a friend of his called and he started telling him about me and told him that I was a keeper and how he was going to take me to the diamond district to get a ring. Prior to meeting him, he told me that respect and honor is paramount and that a persons word is everything. He told me that he didn't like liars/fakes. On the bench, he asked me if I had any STDs and I told him that I had herpes. He hugged, kissed me, and pulled me onto his lap. I was in awe by his reaction. He was the first guy that I had ever told that to. I was happy that I allowed myself to be vulnerable - It was a great feeling. He asked how I contracted it, etc... We spent two days together. During this time, he was taking care of his mother who was dying from cancer. A week before we met, I went to Miami for a night to meet up with a friend. He asked if I had sex. I lied and said no. He knew I was lying from the way that I answered the question. Eventually, I told him the truth. Long story short, this has been a common theme in our relationship - him asking if I had sex and me lying or witholding the answer. I don't know why it's so hard for me to just tell him, especially when he accepts me for who I am with open arms. I like him a lot. I just can't deal with being hurt again. I am not justifying my actions. We met again the following month. I stayed at his place this time. He took me to his parents house where he grew up. We walked in and he said to me "this is ours." It's been over a year now. We haven't had sex. He says it's not about sex and that we must be friends before anything. Although, we have not had sex, we do play around. He's inserted his penis into my vagina without a condom - once (he doesnt have any stds), we've had oral sex. But, it has not gone further than that. Everytime, we see each other - it's me driving to see him. He's never come to visit me. I know he works, but people make time for things that they want. We talk everyday, but it seems like he's not into me like he was before which is understandable - I have lied. I know I'm a broken girl. I'm really confused, because he sticks around and whenever I want to talk he is there to listen but sometimes he gives me a hard time. He tries to make me jealous. He has this thing with trying to teach me lessons. He tells me if I sleep in his bed I have to make it up, fold his clothes, and to make him breakfast. I get a kick out of that. I make up his bed and I've folded his clothes once. So much more fine details. What do you guys think about this situation? I am beyond confused. I feel that I will never find a guy that is as honest and accepting but he puts me through so much hell that I question whether or not it's worth it. Let me know what you think about this situation.
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