I’m at a complete loss to explain this. Four weeks ago today, I met a great guy through my personal ad…we’ve been seeing each other a couple of times a week, swapping cute, lighthearted, and linguistically quirky e-mails during the workday, and spending hours and hours talking about all sorts of things, music, politics, life, relationships, work, pretty much everything under the sun. So far, he’s super-smart, sweet, thoughtful, funny, goofy in a cheerfully good way, loves many of the same wacky idiosyncratic things that I do (weird ethnic music, East European affairs, etc.), gives great backrubs, and seems to be as into me as I am into him. He may show up a few minutes late here and there, but no big deal.
The past couple of weeks, things have escalated a little bit in the physical intimacy department. I will emphasize that we have not had sex (I think we’re both fighting our respective natural tendencies to dive into things too quickly and get too involved and get hurt), but let’s just say that there is an obviously mutual physical attraction that has been manifesting itself in slightly more intense ways every time we see each other, and we’ve each stayed over at the other’s place a couple of times. We’ve each had long-term relationships before, and have each been out of our most recent ones for a few months, which I hope has been enough time to get past the bulk of our respective ex-baggage.
However, we had a great last Saturday night/Sunday morning and early afternoon, and even though he had some projects to do on Sunday, he took several hours past his appointed time to kick me out and get up and leave to do them. I talked to him later that night, and we spent another couple of hours on the phone, as neither one of us can ever seem to end a conversation, even if it’s getting ridiculously late.
Well, Monday arrived, and I forwarded him an e-mail inviting him to a friend’s picnic on Labor Day, and he said he’d love to go IF he didn’t go out of town this weekend on his motorcycle. Oh well, I was a bit bummed at the trip plans, but didn’t make a big deal of it; just said that regardless of the trip, maybe we could catch a movie later in the week?
He never answered, and I didn’t hear from him for three days, even though he’d been sending me chatty e-mails pretty much daily. I was trying not to obsess, but it wasn’t working very well. Then I got an e-mail from him yesterday afternoon, apologizing that he hadn’t been in touch, but work had been hell and he’d been there until 1:30 am the night before, but did I want to get together last night or tonight for a cool drink under the moonlight? Sounds lovely, I replied, either night is good, but tonight would be even better; when will you get home from work? No answer; I went home, took a nice bath to chill out, got out at 7:30. Called him at work; no answer. Maybe he’s enroute home? I thought, and left a message there to call me.
By 9:30, I still hadn’t heard anything, so I called again. Got answering machine; left message that if he wanted to get together later, that was OK too, but please call to confirm, as I didn’t want to wait around all night if it wasn’t going to happen that night. At 10:15, I gave up and left him a message that I was a bit mystified as to what had happened, and that I was sure we could find a better way to communicate about this stuff in the future, that I was going to a friend’s house for the evening, and to please call me when he got the message.
I meant to watch a movie at the friend’s house, but we got to talking about guys and their issues, and intimacy, and adult children of alcoholics (she is one, and the guy in question is one). I was talking about how weird it was that he kept getting closer and then pulling away, and a light went off in her head; she brought out a book called Adult Children of Alcoholics: At Home, At Work, and In Love, and flipped to a page with a list of issues that ACOAs have in their intimate relationships. Some possibly relevant portions (pp. 14-15):
“Adult children of alcoholics have difficulty with intimate relationships.
Adult children of alcoholics are super responsible or super irresponsible.
Adult children of alcoholics are impulsive. They tend to lock themselves into a course of action without giving serious consideration to alternative behaviors or possible consequences. This impulsivity leads to confusion, self-loathing and loss of control over their environment. In addition, they spend an excessive amount of energy cleaning up the mess.”
When I got home at 2 am, no message. I left him one this morning that I was confused as to what had happened; not angry, but certainly taken aback, and would he please call to discuss. Still not a peep out of him.
So I guess what’s going on, in order of probability, is some combination of the following: a) he’s suddenly become a major flake; b) I’m in the process of being dumped by default in an amazingly chicken-shitted way; c) he decided to take the motorcycle trip by himself this weekend after all, and didn’t bother to let me know; d) he’s having some sort of depressive episode like my last ex did at about this point in our dating history, namely shortly after I attempted to have him meet some of my friends; and e) he had a motorcycle accident or family emergency or something, and is unable to call.
Any other thoughts on what the #^%@!^#$ is going on here? Until a few days ago, I really liked this guy, and saw zero signs that he would pull a stunt like this. Am I missing something? Can anyone shed some light on the possible dynamics of this screwed up and highly upsetting situation?
