Level 3

I'm disappointed. 

Again. 

A constant pattern of cyclical disappointment. It's maddening. I know the exact steps, I've basically patented the formula, but here again I lay in bed with a growling stomach that hasn't been fed in two days because I've been obsessing over why X is online, read all my text and failed to respond. When I think of getting water, I instead lubricate my brain with suspicions and have my fingers riverdance on my keypad to play amateur detective. 

Who is he is chatting to? He's got a steady girlfriend. She's got a steady girlfriend. They are polyamorous and open. Sorry I forgot to mention. Maybe that's why even though he's 7hours ahead, in the future, on a different continent he's responses are delayed. But we are both present, online, now. He's hurt, I'm concerned. We're not dating. 

We met on tinder three weeks ago and we vibed. Constant steady stream of word vomit between us. Too many topics to cover between the two hours of chatting with the time difference taken into account. He's hurt. And because I don't fit neatly, I've labeled us "situationship". We waaay to early to start picking out centerpieces for our wedding, but also he doesn't just want to cum on my toes. He wants to know how my day was. How I'm coping... Emotionally under lockdown. 

That's how he lured me in.