When I checked in last, Brandon was about to head out to sea, thinking that I was his girlfriend. I was upfront and honest and told him I didn’t feel ready for that commitment to him yet. Well, he went sailing anyway and got tossed into the ocean—by me, the big, giant wave that you can see coming. Instead of hiding down in the cabin, he was standing out front steering his ship into paradise and the wave just came and smacked him off his boat. All right, enough of this ship and ocean metaphor. Basically, I didn’t like him enough to date him, and especially to be serious with him. The actual break-up was slightly tragic…we were talking on the phone and it just kinda came up. I didn’t intend for it to happen at that point, but when it started I knew I had to keep going. I was genuinely sad because he’s a good guy, but it just didn’t feel right. He was upset. Really upset. He didn’t want this to happen at all, but before we hung up we said we’d talk again.
A few days later I went to his apartment—I always hated when guys stopped talking to me without any explanation, and I knew Brandon was still not really sure why it was happening. I didn’t want him to wonder so I figured we better get it all out there. We went for a walk around his complex and rehashed everything, but with a clearer frame of mind. I repeated my hesitation from before, trying to show him that he shouldn’t have been totally shocked by this. He wanted to know more. So I told him more. As gently as I could, I said I didn’t feel any physical attraction between us (of course this was prefaced with many compliments about how he’s a good guy, although I’m not sure that helped to soften the blow at all). I’ve been told the truth and I’ve been told absolutely nothing, and the truth is much easier to handle and get over than not knowing anything about why someone doesn’t want to be with you anymore.
The rest of our talk went as it would—he respected that I told him how I felt and that certain feelings were missing, but he also asked if maybe I was rushing it—that I didn’t give him or “us” enough time. No, I’m pretty sure I know how I should feel…I’ve felt it before and I’ll feel it again, and the time that it’s a mutual feeling will be the time that it lasts. I was relieved with how everything turned out and that I wasn’t getting further trapped on a boat I didn’t want to be on. Poor Brandon, though. I hope he’s got a good floaty device.
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