UPDATE: Let me tell you what happened when someone I met years ago contacted me again.

I wrote this post two months ago, and I have an update.

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The two of us finally met. We spent time together, we cuddled, we kissed, we had sex. We did everything two adults who genuinely like each other do. Everything felt great and everything felt right.

I have to admit that although I am a good people reader, comments from my last post made me quite cautious about the possibility of him being a fuckboy or of him not having good intentions with me. I’ve heard stories both from Reddit and in real life about people being ghosted or people fading away from one’s life especially after they got intimate. I’d be lying if that didn’t scare me. It did.

Before we got intimate, I thought really hard about what he wanted from me. For weeks of us chatting, there was not a day – not one – that he was not in constant communication with me. I also thought that there was nothing convenient about meeting me because I kept refusing to meet him even though I knew that he was really serious about quarantine (and so was I). Yet, he didn’t give up. When we got upset with each other, and he never sent any signals that he wanted to end or rethink things – not once. With all of that, I felt that his actions had proven his intentions. In the back of my mind, though, I still had this “possible ghosting” thought. I told myself that if his intentions were bad, it’d be good for me to be ghosted early on anyway..so what should I be worried about?

From all of the thinking I did, I felt the time was right and I was ready to connect on a deeper level with him. I am an adult and I knew what I was getting myself into. The intimacy was beautiful and fun. It felt equal. It felt vulnerable yet secure at the same time. It was worth the wait. After I left his place the first time we got intimate, in my head I was like “ok let’s see what happens now”. An hour after “ding!”, he texted me. It made me smile. We continued being us from then until now. Nothing changed him or me or us one bit. That’s when I knew that he didn’t really have any games, and his interest in me was more than genuine.

I feel like I’ve gone past the “Does he like me?” phase. It’s so clear and it feels good. Not having to guess how someone feels about me is such a blessing. Now we only have to work on us and see where this goes.

Thanks for reading and for allowing me to share my story. I hope it is helpful for you.

Good luck to you all.