You gave me a star on gaydar, that's the only reason I messaged you.
You weren't really my type, more than 16 years older than me.
But at 6 foot 4 tall and toned - I was interested. I was being shallow, but still interested.
I knew who you were. I knew you were a grand champion. I knew you had intelligence, wit and style. I was interested.
I googled you.
We met for coffee and tapas.
Conversation flowed. You asked all the right questions.
You shared, I shared.
You started to promise me the world. You would treat me with respect, you would respect my space, you would be a perfect boyfriend. You would never cheat on me.
I was definetly interested.
You dropped me off in town. We made out like teenagers.
You promised a second date in two days time. It would perfect.
You sent me a text to remind me of the time and place.
I wasn't going to forget, but it seems you did.
You stood me up.
I am no longer interested.