I guess by not being his girlfriend, I was pre-emptively avoiding all the messiness a breakup involves.

I was terrified to let my guard down, who knew what kind of feelings and emotions would take hold if I did? Not surprisingly, the relationship soon fell apart.

What if he made me really like him and then broke my heart (which actually happened to me in high-school and definitely had an impact). It just wasn’t the right time and rather than letting things happen organically, D was hell bent on forcing them along on his designated path.

I felt very uncomfortable and resentful, not to mention furious with myself for caving in which I couldn’t undo, and it just got very ugly from there.

The reason I felt compelled to share this experience is I think it may help to see things from the other side.

He made some very valid points- we saw each other multiple times a week, we talked every day, we liked each other, we had met each others parents, so what exactly was my problem?

I fed him the usual crap, the sort that had been fed to me by guys so many times before: ‘I like things how they are, why mess with everything?

A popular question we get for our famous ‘Ask a Guy’ section is: “Why won’t he call me his girlfriend?

” I am not surprised at all, this situation is the worst!

I knew he liked me a whole lot more than I liked him, but feeling terrified by the possibility that my heart had turned to stone and that I may never be able to love again, I stayed with it, hoping that the deep feelings he felt for me would eventually be reciprocated on my end.

We had been seeing each other for a little over a month when I sensed that my grace period was over.

Eventually, I softened and started to warm up to the possibility of being in a relationship. He was really cute, really sweet, had a good job, and seemed pretty much perfect for me.