I 33F just came home from a first date and I am so confused about my emotions, need to talk to someone.
Short backstory: I broke up with my boyfriend of 3 yrs last May. We kept on living together for four months, during that time I was not really able to process the end of the relationship. After moving out and starting a new job I did my best to heal, allowing all emotions showing up, and trying to process them, especially through journaling. That’s what helped me most I found. Even though I know I’m not 100% over it, I got an on a dating app a few weeks ago, since I really felt like going on dates and meeting new men. I am not searching for a relationship, rather having a good time and some romance an intimacy. I had two first dates before, but we didn’t click, decided not to pursue things any further and everything was fine.
So yesterday I went on my thrid first date. We did not text too much beforehand, I just had the impression that he 40M would be fun to hang with and I think he is very attractive. So we met for a walk in the park and he even brought some small picnic, which I found very considerate. For most of the time the conversation was easy going, sometimes a bit sluggish maybe. We did not click fully, but I for my part enjoyed the date. I had the impression that he was easy going and thoughtful at the same time, which I really liked. We went to his place to get some warmer clothing, since we planned to go to an outdoor party later. There, over a small, improvised dinner, we found a topic that really made us connect. The eye contact intensified and it was definitely mutual. I felt happiness hormones flooding my body and almost felt drunk and high simultaneously, even though I was completely sober. At that point I would have liked to kiss, but I was eager to go to the party as well and more importantly did not want to rush things, so I did not act on it.
Since going to the party meant I would not be able to go home the same day, we already agreed on me staying at his place. The party was nice but also kind of boring. Since it was too early to go to another club and he was really tired, we decided to go back to his place after an hour or so. There the conversation did not really get going. We had drinks and spent the rest of the evening on the couch cuddling and watching some nonsense on youtube. We decided to go to bed early, there we continued the cuddling, got closer and kissed. From my perspective, there was room for improvement regarding the kissing, but it wasn’t bad at all. When he was trying to get sexual, I said I was not sure I wanna go there, so we just switched to sleeping. Or let’s say he did, I couldn’t really fall asleep, lay awake at least half of the night. He was also in my dreams which I find obscure, because usually I don’t dream of other people a lot, and if I do, it’s mostly family.
The next morning I sensed some distance between us. It was kind of okay, since I was not totally convinced we were a good match. At the same time I realized I was definitely interested in meeting him again and exploring where this could lead. That’s why I was kind of anxious to ask him how he feels about meeting again, but I finally found the courage. Basically he said “yeah sure, we can meet again, but from my side it would be just as friends”. As I already expected this, it did not hit me so hard at first. We continued the conversation and he gave me a few reasons, why this is not for him. Like my indecisiveness towards what I want, and also that he met someone not long ago, where he thinks there is potential, even though he does not think it will lead to a relationship. We both agreed it was a nice date, but it’s good we did not have sex.
After that he dropped me off at the train station, we hugged briefly and wished each other well. That’s when it began to sink in: I was somewhat hurt and super sad! Tears came to my eyes I and I didn’t really understand why. Yes, being rejected always sucks and often the ego is hurt. But it felt different. Since I didn’t feel like I had a crush on him the conversations were not always lighthearted and there were a few traits in him that put me off, it felt especially confusing, that his rejection made me so sad. So I sat in the train, weeping for a guy I barely know. Am I really that unstable? Am I needy? Is it normal to cry over someone you just met? And what part of me exactly is it, that got hurt so badly? An why?
Should I have acted differently in situation a or b, so the evening would have turned out differently? Would I be happy or maybe even more hurt?
Did I idealized him, because lately I tend to feel lonely and I’m in need for feeling close to someone? Why did I enjoy him being attentive and caring, even though it was not that extraordinary what he did? My family and friends are loving and they always offer their care to me, why do I crave it from someone else? Why do I need this male attention and confirmation?
I think a fair share of what is so hurtful right now is the hope for a new adventure and intimate connection being destroyed. The hope for a “place” where I could just be and not need to have my shit together.
What is it that make me feel so desperate and sad? And how do I manage not to project the rejection to my own worthiness and capability of being an interesting and desirable partner, without having to hide my insecurities?
Of course I do not expect all the answers, but I’d be happy to hear from people who’ve been in a similar situation or can relate otherwise. I am so confused rn -.-