I can't help but think that every single guy I have been out with has been a mistake, and that there must have been a way to avoid getting hurt.

Yacht Boy texted a few days ago, apologizing for not getting back to me: he's had "nightmares", which he explains with having been out at work dos, and having his bathroom re-done. Great! Just the type of "nightmares" I would kill for!

Fencing Boy dumping me was the last straw. I hated him ignoring me all week (to the point of inviting me out to a drinks thing, only to watch me leave with another guy when I was fed up with waiting for him), and he finally dumped me online yesterday. Charming!

"I would like the friendship you are offering", he emailed, "but without the physical thing. Hope that's OK for you" he went on.

No, it's NOT ok for me! I liked going to bed with him, and regular sex is always nice... But feeling like he's avoiding me, isn't.

Last time we did it, we were in a posh hotel with some friends, I beckoned him upstairs and we did it in the corridor against someone's door. Very naughty! I am only glad the guest in question didn't pick that time to exit his room for a cup of tea or something.
I braced myself agains the door frame whilst he lifted my skirt up, and banged away from behind.
I came, he didn't...
Probably best, considering the condom/pill situation.

After that, and meeting some good working contacts of mine, he was just rubbish for the rest of the week. He stayed over. We were both totally drunk and there was no more intimacy that night. The next morning, he was like a bear with a sore head, not even able to talk after I supplied him with coffee and a towel. The coffee he drank, but he declined my offer of a shower- preferring to head home instead.
I raced to the office and didn't speak to him for the rest of the day.

Still, it would have been nice to know what went wrong.

A text last night seemed to explain it a bit better:
"It's important to me you understand that I really want you in my life, I like you very, very much. I want you as a friend, but I don't do fb's [fuckbuddies] and I don't waste my friends' time, so I hope it's enough for you."

This from a guy who "doesn't like labels"- nice.

I forgave him a bit after that, still - what a coward to not even slot me in for coffee face-to-face in order to break it to me.