Back in the saddle

Things in SLC went to shit quickly. I landed, he picked me up at the airport. Immediately I realized this trip was not going to be what I anticipated and that perhaps my expectations were too high, as my mom had warned me. The connection that used to exist was non-existent. There was no attraction, no spark, no fire in my belly like there used to be. And I knew this right away. We went to dinner and I fell asleep as soon as we got home. The next day we spent the afternoon driving through the mountains, and there was no conversation and no laughter like there used to be. As the evening drew to a close, we decided that friendship was the way to go, and then he proceeded to get pissed off because there would be no sex. I refused to make it a long-distance booty call. And he was NOT happy about it. I wasn't about to sleep with him when I wasn't even attracted to him any more. I guess this happens when you don't see each other for almost two years. I dont know if he still felt it or if he was just looking to get laid. Either way, it was a miserable experience and I changed my flight from 2:45 PM to 7:25 AM just to get the hell out. I was at the airport at 5 AM. He gave me a hug and drove off. Didn't even tell me to call when I got home, so he knew I got home safe. And...Friday when we were out to dinner, he was so rude and obnoxious and loud that had it been my first date with a man, it would have been my LAST. We have not talked since. And I don't know if we will again.

Someone I had a previous relationship with is in a new relationship. He was never my boyfriend, but we had fabulous conversation and fabulous sex and are great friends. We have discussed taking it to another level, but realized we are too different, and need to just remain slightly more than just friends. And when I discovered he met someone...I realized I dont like that. For the first time, he isn't there. And that has to say something, doesn't it? Or, maybe it is just a typical female reaction.