I don’t get you. I really don’t. I guess you just like to toy with women because you can. Because you know that there will be no shortage of women who are attracted to you. I can’t think of any other explanation. You said that you used to be “not a respectable guy.” I think you’re still not respectable.
After our two dates, when you told me that you didn’t want a relationship (which is fine, by the way), I sent you a message saying that I thought we should just quit while we were ahead. I could already feel myself getting infatuated, and I thought it was best for my own sake not to continue to hang out with you. Then you called me back immediately, saying that you wanted to be friends. I was so touched. The truth of the matter is, I do need more friends, and I did have fun with you. I thought, maybe I could just let my feelings subside, and things would be all right.
But you must not have meant it. When I try to speak to you, you don’t respond. I don’t know why. It makes me timid, hesitant to speak to you for fear of irritating you or inviting ridicule. I fear that you would show the messages I send you to your friends, saying, “Oh yeah, here’s that chick who’s obsessed with me or something.”
It’s clear that you’re used to female attention. When we went out, you sang the praises of other women you’ve been with. I can’t read you. Do you actually like me or don’t you? You’re actions indicate that you don’t. And I should just give up.
Your voice is bewitching, otherwise, I wouldn’t have agreed to go against my instinct and agree to be friends. You have too much influence over me, yet I barely know you. The fact that you ignore me really hurts. It puts me down in the dumps. I don’t deserve to be treated this way, so I’m just not even going to bother with you anymore.