Can't believe you led me on for weeks.

The attraction from the start was mutual. Our date was kismet. We had so much in common. We were making plans. You were fawning over all the special things I do and talents I had. The pics you sent. The fun phone calls. All the heart emojis in your texts. The excitement over our seeing each other again. It's not like we lived far from each other. It was just a matter of days until uniting again.

For once I had met someone I really wanted to develop something with. I was fooled into thinking you felt the same.

Then you revealed you had been feeding me bullshit. Because you let me know (by text and not even a phone call) that you had also been seeing someone else the entire time. Someone you wanted to be with instead. Thanks. With the amount you texted me every day, don't know how you found time for another guy.

Appreciate you keeping me hanging for weeks. You could have at least been honest instead of trying to double (triple or quadruple?) dip. What a waste of my time. I had stopped pursuing several different women for you. I thought the promise was there.

Can't believe I fell for it. Didn't expect a demon beside those cute, innocent looks. Then again, maybe I should have treated you like one, and just tried to get you in bed. Maybe that's what you really wanted.

Thanks for the masterful breadcrumbing. Once again I've lost trust for women around here. (Have to say the women I've met in your area have usually been horrendous to deal with unless for a quick lay (must be something in the water.) You've held up the tradition.

Enjoy your new romance. Given your mixed signals, deceit and admitted desire for younger men, I'm sure it'll last forever - unless he's 25 and ripped.