Camp Love Confusion
T and I met at a summer camp, where we were co-counselors for a week. After a week of being with this guy almost non-stop, and going to the last night “banquet” dinner, I had developed a thing for him. Sadly, we lived about 1,000 miles away from each other. Still, this did not didn’t stop us from texting daily and calling every once in a while. Within a week, T told me he liked me, and about a week after that he suggested that he come visit. I said yes and was looking forward to six lovely days with him.
A week before he arrived, my grandma passed away. The funeral took place the afternoon after he arrived. I could deal with this; it was just a little hurdle. He arrived, I picked him up, we hung out for a couple hours, I then ditched him for about five hours. Once that hurdle was passed, we were able to move on to some lovely days of relaxing, doing random things, and going out at night. Everything was going great except that he hadn’t made a move on me. I rationalized it by thinking that he was just “being respectful.”
Halfway through the week, I finally learnt why he had not made any. We were sitting outside smoking, and he started talking about what things would be like once he’s left. He said he doesn’t want to go home with an “embittered sense of longing” and “confusion.” He then proceeded to tell me that he didn’t think we should get romantically involved, and that’s why he’d been so distant. He also tried to make me feel better by saying there were many “opportunities” that he didn’t take.
I asked him why he even bothered to visit if this was the case. He said something to the effect of: “why would I spend $200 to make out with some chick when I could buy a lot more than that back at home?” Apparently, he just wanted a vacation. And to top it all off, he told me that he still liked me. About a week after he left, I received a text from him “I like you!” My response: “You’re crazy.”
