Met a potential AP who responded to my post. She’s from the Bay, around my age, in a dead bedroom, with kids, and an independent businesswoman. From the very first message, we hit it off. The banter, humor, and even our shared kinks were on point.

We exchanged pics (both SFW and NSFW), moved to Telegram, and started chatting for 3-4 hours a day. The conversations were electric—we even spoke on voice calls multiple times. We planned roleplay scenarios, discussed what to wear (or not wear, lol), and chose a place to meet.

I was excited. You know that feeling when you’re so eager to get a message from someone you’re falling for? That was me, every day.

Finally, the day came. We both agreed on the location. I made the effort, started my journey, and waited. But she never showed.

Instead of ghosting, she sent a guilt-laden message about feeling overwhelmed and shut the whole thing down. Just like that. No warning, no lead-up—just a sudden brick wall.

Honestly, ghosting would’ve been easier to handle than this. At least then, you don’t build up hope that there’s still a light at the end of the tunnel, only to find it’s a power cut.

It’s been rough. I keep replaying everything in my head, wondering what changed. Venting here because I’m trying to process the disappointment. 1 good month of my life.

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