My farewell.

I "broke up" with him via text message, as that has been our only mode of communication to this point:

"You are going to be mad, pissed and quite possibly hate me and never want to talk to me again, but I can't do this."

 

"I want more than a hook up. I want more than sex. I want a relationship and a partner. You said that's not for you. I thought I could be down for just sex. I thought I could. But I can't. I'll want more and end up hurt. I deserve more and so do you."

 

"I'm sorry for being a tease and leading you on. That wasn't fair. I really am attracted to you, very much so. I'm just close to 30 and want more out of my life. I feel terrible and I'm sorry. Let me know if you ever change your mind."

 

(20 minutes later)

 

"See? I already want more. I want to know about your kid (he told he earlier today he's a father--which could have played a part in me changing my mind). I want to know about your life that's gotten you this far. I don't even know your last name. I'm a girlfriend and wife, not a mistress."

 

fini.