Oh, yeah. I was dating someone from late Nov. until the day after Valentine's Day.

And the posts were definitely cringey. Short recap:

Throughout Dec. I suspected that she didn't like me as much as I liked her. I commented to that effect a number of times. I got fed up with the lack of contact (like, I'd text her twice in a week and she wouldn't respond until hours before a planned date) and sent a break up text in early Jan. Roughly: 'It's been wonderful getting to know you. I've noticed a difference in interest and think it would be best if we moved on. I wish you the best with x, y, z.'

She sent a long, very nice series of texts saying that she wished she had been less reserved and asked if I wanted to make dinner together at her house. We talked it over. Kept seeing each other, quite a bit more often (twice a week, 6-8 hours a time, usually--though much less physical than you might expect for various reasons). The meetings started to get spacing out. We agreed to spend the day after VD together (Canadian holiday--coincidental timing). She switched it to a coffee date. I asked how she was feeling about the relationship. She didn't feel enough chemistry, apparently--'it seemed great on paper, and I wanted to see if something developed.' And that was that.

The series of texts, the amount of time we spent together, and the level of intimacy (present, but sparse, and slow to build) convinced me that she was interested. Rose coloured glasses, in retrospect. Anyways, I really, really loved spending time with her and I got a little over-invested given the signals she was sending.

So... the past two weeks have been not so fun.