brownboy2006
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I met this girl at my university residence. She’s from Lithuania, and at first, we were just friends. Funny enough, I originally started talking to her because I liked her friend, but her friend turned me down — and somehow, she and I started spending time together instead. It just clicked. We began hanging out every single day — watching movies, going for walks, studying, laughing. It became routine to see her. One night she invited me to her room to watch a movie, and we ended up lying in bed together, holding each other. After that, hugging and being close just became normal between us.
I caught feelings, but at some point, I got confused and overwhelmed, so I told her I needed a break and asked her not to text me for a while. She just said “okay,” which honestly hurt more than I expected. The next day, I told her I was fine again. Not long after that, we saw each other at a karaoke night — I went up to her, hugged her, lifted her off the ground, and kissed her on the cheek. She smiled, hugged me back, and we ended up drinking and having fun together.
As time passed, we got closer. We spent hours together every day, and one night when we were both drunk, I kissed her softly on the lips. She didn’t react much, didn’t pull away either — but the moment stuck in my head. After that, she started teasing me more, even sending me sexual messages and saying she wanted me. I didn’t take it too seriously because I actually liked her and didn’t want things to just be physical.
Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling that she was leading me on. I felt like she could have anyone, and I didn’t get why she kept me so close if she didn’t really want me. We’d walk around holding hands, hug for long minutes, she’d rest her head on my shoulder — everything felt like we were something, but she never said it. One time at the bus stop, in front of my friends, she sat on my lap and acted like it was completely normal. Everyone looked at us like we were together, and I honestly thought we were heading there.
Then yesterday I told her I wanted to talk. She sent me audios saying I was scaring her, telling me to just text whatever I wanted to say, but I asked her to talk in person. When she got to the residence, we sat on the benches, and I finally told her everything — that I knew she knew I liked her, and that it hurt because she was leading me on. She told me she thought I was cute and liked me, but didn’t want a relationship because she’s from Lithuania and will leave after her Erasmus. That sounded like an excuse to me. I told her to choose — either be with me or I’d walk out and never talk to her again. She didn’t choose. Instead, she tried to convince me to stay as “friends with benefits,” which made me realize that’s probably what she wanted from the start. She started crying, but I told her if she couldn’t decide, I was leaving. And I did — I walked out and told her never to call me again.
Of course, later that night at around 2 a.m., I broke and called her. We talked outside her apartment. I apologized for making her cry and for misreading things. She told me I didn’t need to apologize, but couldn’t even admit that she’d been leading me on. She laughed, made random jokes, and acted like nothing serious had happened. I left feeling completely done, with a sour taste in my mouth and a new impression of her — not as the sweet girl I thought she was, but someone who just enjoyed the attention and the closeness without ever wanting something real.
Now I’m just trying to accept it. I cared more than she ever planned to, and that’s fine. It hurts, but at least I know I was genuine — and that’s something she can’t say.
Thanks to everyone who read my vent.
I caught feelings, but at some point, I got confused and overwhelmed, so I told her I needed a break and asked her not to text me for a while. She just said “okay,” which honestly hurt more than I expected. The next day, I told her I was fine again. Not long after that, we saw each other at a karaoke night — I went up to her, hugged her, lifted her off the ground, and kissed her on the cheek. She smiled, hugged me back, and we ended up drinking and having fun together.
As time passed, we got closer. We spent hours together every day, and one night when we were both drunk, I kissed her softly on the lips. She didn’t react much, didn’t pull away either — but the moment stuck in my head. After that, she started teasing me more, even sending me sexual messages and saying she wanted me. I didn’t take it too seriously because I actually liked her and didn’t want things to just be physical.
Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling that she was leading me on. I felt like she could have anyone, and I didn’t get why she kept me so close if she didn’t really want me. We’d walk around holding hands, hug for long minutes, she’d rest her head on my shoulder — everything felt like we were something, but she never said it. One time at the bus stop, in front of my friends, she sat on my lap and acted like it was completely normal. Everyone looked at us like we were together, and I honestly thought we were heading there.
Then yesterday I told her I wanted to talk. She sent me audios saying I was scaring her, telling me to just text whatever I wanted to say, but I asked her to talk in person. When she got to the residence, we sat on the benches, and I finally told her everything — that I knew she knew I liked her, and that it hurt because she was leading me on. She told me she thought I was cute and liked me, but didn’t want a relationship because she’s from Lithuania and will leave after her Erasmus. That sounded like an excuse to me. I told her to choose — either be with me or I’d walk out and never talk to her again. She didn’t choose. Instead, she tried to convince me to stay as “friends with benefits,” which made me realize that’s probably what she wanted from the start. She started crying, but I told her if she couldn’t decide, I was leaving. And I did — I walked out and told her never to call me again.
Of course, later that night at around 2 a.m., I broke and called her. We talked outside her apartment. I apologized for making her cry and for misreading things. She told me I didn’t need to apologize, but couldn’t even admit that she’d been leading me on. She laughed, made random jokes, and acted like nothing serious had happened. I left feeling completely done, with a sour taste in my mouth and a new impression of her — not as the sweet girl I thought she was, but someone who just enjoyed the attention and the closeness without ever wanting something real.
Now I’m just trying to accept it. I cared more than she ever planned to, and that’s fine. It hurts, but at least I know I was genuine — and that’s something she can’t say.
Thanks to everyone who read my vent.
